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sebscore · 7 months

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pairings: charles leclerc x driver!reader // lando norris x driver!reader // george russell x driver!reader // alex albon x driver!reader

warnings: theft. swearing. talks about sexuality and a sexual reference. cops.

author’s note: the idea comes from this ask that someone send my lovely wife! 🥹 I changed it from a car to a camera, because I don’t want my poor baby to have her car stolen :((

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“Now that you’ve won Monaco two times in a row, you’re too good to play with us?” Alex teased the younger one as she stood on the side of the public padel court.

Y/N stuck out her tongue at him. “Not the guy in a Williams trying to come for me.”

“Auwch.” Lando said to Alex, impressed by his friend’s comeback.

“We can only play with 4 people, and I’m sure Miss Monaco would love to be umpire.” George argued, giving the young woman an expectant look.

She quickly nodded at the tall Brit, holding her hand up to her head as if she were a soldier. “Yes, sir!”

“No! She can’t be umpire! She’s gonna call all my shots out.” Lando complained, pointing at her.

“She’s not, Lando.” Charles defended her, although there was a doubtful tone to his voice.

Y/N smirked at the McLaren driver. “Well, now I will.”

“See, Charles? We’re gonna lose now.” He told his doubles partner.

“I mean- you were gonna lose anyway.” George started the healthy competitive trash talk.

“OH!” Charles and Lando loudly chorused, pretending to be hurt by his words.

“Warm-up first, or do we just get straight into it?” Alex asked the three guys after everyone calmed down.

Charles, George and Lando glanced at one another. “Just get straight into it? It’s not like we’re gonna take this too seriously anyway.” George suggested, already knowing it would turn into a shit show soon.

Everyone agreed with a small chuckle, and started taking their own respective places on the court.

“Alright, who’s gonna serve?” Charles loudly asked.

“Wait! We should do it like they do in tennis! Deciding with a coin toss!” Y/N suggested.

“You have a coin?”

“I think I have one in my bag! Oh, I also have my camera with me, should we do like a before and after picture?” She snickered.

“That sounds good.” Alex stemmed in, the others nodding as well. “Yeah, I like it when I’m all sweaty and people take pictures of me.” Lando sarcastically joked.

“Basically our job.” Charles grinned.

“They should calm down on all the can-“

“HEY! THAT’S MY CAMERA!” Y/N’s shouting interrupted their small talk, their heads swiftly turning to where she was standing.

They were just about to ask for a clarification when they saw the young woman run after, what seemed, an unrecognizable man that was holding her camera.

“Y/N don’t do that!” George yelled to no avail, not wanting her to get hurt by the thief.

The quartet didn’t hesitate in grabbing their own stuff before running after their unhinged colleague- Lando also quickly took Y/N’s bag in his hands, figuring none of her other stuff should be stolen too.

The five of them watched in frustration as the mysterious man climbed into a car that drove away at high speed.

“We have to go after him!” Y/N yelled, agony on her face at the potential loss of the device. “Did someone come by car?”

Alex, Charles and George shook their heads, while Lando nervously glanced at his friend. “Uh, I did.”

“Norris, please?” She begged, growing more impatient by the second.

“Can’t you just by a new one? It’s really dang-“

“It’s the camera that you bought for me!” Y/N admitted, hoping it would convince the Brit to chase them down.

Fortunately, it worked. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Do all of us go or…?” Alex hesitated following the two youngest ones.

“Yes, Albono! The more, the better! We can ambush them!” Y/N loudly answered, resulting in the whole group following Lando to his car.

There was a collective disappointment as they made it to his car, not expecting his blue Jolly Fiat to be parked there.

Lando spoke up before anyone else could. “Look, if I had known we would be doing a Fast & The Furious, I would have come with another car. Get the fuck in.”

Lando got in the driver’s seat with Y/N taking taking the seat next to him as she knew where they had sped off to.

The three others were about to step in, but quickly found out that there were only 2 seats in the back. “Uh, someone is gonna have to stay behind.” George noted.

“Oh, no, someone can just sit on someone else, it’s fine, I’ve done it before.” Lando assured them.

Alex, Charles and George gave each other a nervous glance. “Uh, so who-“

“Come on, ladies! Get it before those assholes see all the ugly pictures I’ve taken of you guys.” Y/N’s words shut them up and they cramped into the backseats, Alex somehow ending on George’s lap.

“Let’s catch some thieves!” Lando shouted out, although the speed of his Jolly made the moment anti-climactic.

Meanwhile Y/N instructed Lando on where to go, Alex suggested someone call the police- which Charles decided to do since he had the best knowledge of the French language amongst the three of them.

“Why does this thing go so slow?” George criticized the car, a judging look on his face.

“They took inspiration from the Mercedes.” Lando bit back, not appreciating the slander of his car.

Alex, and Y/N snickered at the comment. “More like from Williams.” The youngest corrected.

“Hey, that’s enough!” Alex defended his team.

The attention went from Alex to Charles as he hung up the phone. “They’re gonna dispatch a team, and advised us to respect the rules of the road.”

“Fuck the rules, I want my camera back.” Y/N said, yelling at Lando as he almost went the wrong way.

“You’re not being a good navigator right now!” He screamed back.

She groaned at him. “I’m literally pointing at where you’re supposed to go!”

“You’re not pointing good enough!” The two 23 year-olds start bickering back-and-forth with one another, much to the dismay of the other three men in the small car.

“Why are they always like this?” Alex whispered to George and Charles.

The both of them shrugged their shoulders. “Unresolved sexual frustrations is my guess,” he mumbled, “at least on Lando’s part, I’m still not sure what Y/N is.”

The Williams and Ferrari driver snickered at George’s answer, somehow understanding what he was referring to.

“Are you gossiping about me, Russell?” Y/N suddenly turned around in her seat, catching the Brit off-guard.

He merely shook his head, his eyes widened.

“Good, you wouldn’t want the others to know what you’ve been up to.” Despite the sweet smile on her face, the threatening tone to her words made the Mercedes driver feel uneasy.

“THERE!” Y/N’s loud voice made the entire car flinch, Lando momentarily letting go of his steering wheel.

“Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY? WE COULD HAVE CRASHED!” Alex scolded the young woman, almost falling out of the car as he was still seated on George’s lap.

“I’m sorry, Albono,” she smiled sheepishly, “but look, the police stopped them.”

The four men in the car let out a collective sigh of relief, glad their adventure was over.

Lando parked the car on the side of the road, behind the thieves’ getaway car. They could see a cop walking over to them.

“You called?” He asked in French, glancing at the five of them.

The drivers shamelessly looked at Charles, the man internally rolled his eyes at them, but he answered his questions.

After some questions back-and-forth, Charles pointed at the woman in the passenger’s seat.

“Y-your camera?” The cop asked in a heavy French accent.

Y/N nodded her head, a polite smile present. “Yes.”

“Would you, uh, mind filling out a little paperwork in the combi? You’ll get your camera back as well and can check if there’s any damage.”

“Sure, no problem.” She gave her colleagues a smile, and made her way towards the large cop car.

The four drivers remained quiet as the cop didn’t follow Y/N, instead lingering around Lando’s car. “It’s a Jolly?” He asked.

“Yes!” Lando answered, cringing at his over-polite voice.

“Aren’t those for just four people…” The man gave the four of them a stern glance, raising an eyebrow.

They awkwardly chuckled, not knowing what to properly answer. “Uh, well, you know, our friend, she, uh-“

“I’ll let it slide, this one time only!” The cop raised his index finger, indicating this would be the one and only time he’ll let them get away with it. “And don’t speed around. I know you guys are Formula One drivers, but you also have to respect the rules.”

“Yeah, we will. Thank you so much.” George thanked him in name of everyone.

Y/N came walking back to the car, a happy look on her face as she had her camera back. “It’s not damaged!” She excitedly told them.

“That’s great, Y/N.” Lando was relieved his present for her hadn’t been broken.

“You guys are free to leave, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine, alright?” The cop reminded them one more time.

“It won’t happen again, thank you so much.” The group of five chorused several sayings of gratitude, before driving back to the sports center.

“Well, that’s going to be a fun story.” Charles snickered, dimples on display.

The others laughed, only then realizing how bizarre this whole situation was. “I don’t think people are even going to believe this.” George noted.

“Oh my god…” Y/N mumbled.

The heads of her four friends turned towards her. “What is it? Is something wrong with the camera?” Lando asked, concerned about the device.

“Those fuckers took a selfie with it!” She exclaimed, disbelief written all over her face.

“What?!”

“Look at this,” she handed it to the three guys in the back, the small screen showing the two men in their getaway car, “who fucking does that?”

“Well, at least we have proof now…”

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Bad Reputation

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Sainz!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.2K

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Omg this is random but can you pls write bad reputation max x super good girl reader? Like everyone says she shouldn’t go for max and criticising their relationship, saying he’s bad for her and whatever but they just don’t know him like she does and we all know max is the sweetest person irl (and Netflix is a bitch for pushing a bad agenda about him) and it’s just all the sweet secret moments they have between them? Kinda like the song ‘call it what you want’ by taylor swift & delicate (‘my reputations never been worse, so you must like me for me’) 🥺

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, secret relationship, Papa and Carlos are fuckers, Carlos is a petty bitch, nothing major honestly

Max Verstappen The Notorious Bad Guy That Stole A Championship

You scuff at the news article on your phone. How ridiculous. Not only was it dragging up old wounds, but distasteful simply due to Max dominating right now.

"Something wrong?" Your eyes peer at your brother over your sunglasses. "No, just another distasteful article about Max again." You try to reign in the anger of your words, but it's evident as the man across from you raises his eyebrow. "You defend him too much." Rolling your eyes, you want to bite back that you don't.

It'd be a lie, of course. You knew Max better than everyone else. Yet, you had to keep that hidden from the world. "You're just jealous because he's been kicking your ass." Sticking your tongue out at your brother Carlos who flips you off. "Carlos, you put your finger down right now." Your mother hisses, fixing your hair which has you moving away.

"She's not a baby, Mama," Carlos grumbles, leaning back into the lawn chair. "Carlos, your sister is a good girl. Don't sully her eyes." Your mother sighs, placing plates of food down. "Mama, stop. I'm not a child." You grumble, lowering the brightness on your phone.

You hated having to hide your relationship with Max. But, he was known to have a horrible temper, foul-mouthed, cheater, thief, and everything else under the sun. But, to you? He was calm, a boy who grew into a man too quickly, chasing the records to be etched into greatness. Max's foul mouth was never pointed at you. That mouth gave you soft promises and sweet nothings.

Everyone judged him because of DTS, his radios, and the fact he had no remorse when it came to the races, driving hard and winning hard. They needed someone to blame, and Max was the easy escape for fans and teams alike.

I saw the article. You didn't steal it. You won fairly. They don't want to admit it.

Hitting send, you place your phone on your lap, waiting for a reply. You knew it'd be late in Monaco as you enjoyed the summer break with Carlos back home in Spain. Throughout the night, you kept checking your phone, unable to help yourself. A soft buzz on your lap has your smile growing more than usual as you look at your phone.

I could care less; I'll only care if they involve you. No one knows yet, and that's for the best. When do you come back? I miss you.

Those three words have your heart beating faster. He missed you? Max and you haven't been together long, just shy of 7 months. Still, in that honeymoon phase, you always made excuses to your brother and his friends about why you couldn't hang out. Carlos was going suspicious, even once tried following you only to see you go to a bookstore.

I miss you too. Have to go. Carlos is about to-

You hit send just as Carlos snatches your phone. "Carlos! Give it back!" Swiping for the phone, Carlos steps back as he looks at your screen. He laughs as you two fight for the phone, but it dings, making you frantic. "Carlos, please. Please give me back my phone. I'm begging you." Desperation evident. "What? Texting your boyfriend?" Carlos jokes, but that smile of his slips when he reads the text.

"Carlos, I can explain." He tosses your phone back, all traces of your brother gone, replaced with a pissed-off man. "Max answered your text. We'll talk later." He whispers in your ear, going back to his seat. The rest of the family joining the two of you now. Looking down at your phone, you see the text and know Carlos is about to lose his mind.

Call me. Love you buttercup

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Lying on your bed, you stare at Max's contact. You want to call him, but you know Carlos is waiting for the party downstairs to die so he can slip away. Max had texted you multiple times since the afternoon, ranging from asking how dinner was to asking if you were angry with him.

"Y/n?" Shooting up, you fix your shirt as your older brother Carlos pokes his head in. "I'm still awake." Carlos pushes the door wider, fitting his body through before closing it with no sound. "Do I need to ask, or will you tell me?" He moves from the door to lay on your bed, you following him. "Carlos, please don't make me." He huffs, his larger hand holding yours. "Why? Because you'll know what I'll say? And I will say it, pequeña." You sit up, staring at your phone screen.

It lights up, Max's smiling face staring at you. Unable to look at it, you hit decline and mute it. "He's good to me, Carlos." Your brother snorts, rolling his eyes at those words. "So what? You know his reputation. He's a loose canon that doesn't care who he hurts. You'll be a casualty in his warpath." Carlos sits up, rubbing your shoulder as he stands. "Dump him, pequeña. He'll only hurt you." Carlos doesn't wait for an answer, leaving with a sense of accomplishment, thinking you'll dump Max.

Standing, you look at yourself in the mirror. The small silver bracelet with a little lion hides slips from your sleeve, reminding you of the day Max gave it to you.

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3 months ago

"Max, I'm going to be late. Carlos and Papa are strict about curfew." It was stupid, but the men in your family still gave you a curfew. You did have the good girl image as the youngest Sainz to uphold. "We've got 30 minutes. Besides, I can get us back in 5," Max smirks, tugging you through the crowded festival.

Smiling, you tug him back, wrapping your other arm around the one holding your hand. Unable to help himself, he leans down, kissing you without a care who saw. "Come on. There is one stand I want to visit." High off the kiss, you nod as you move around the people. Max stops before this tiny little stand with an older woman making jewelry.

"Excuse me, can you make this for me?" The older woman smiles, taking a slip of paper in Max's hand. Opening it, her smile grows as she nods and gets to work. "What's she making?" Max shushes you, kissing your ear. "Be patient, buttercup." Unable to stop the blush, you turn away, hiding your face in his side. Laughing, he kisses the top of your head as fireworks explode above.

The older woman finishes what she is working on, handing it to Max. Pocketing it, he hands over more money than needed. Before the woman notices, Max tugs you away. "Where are we going?" You yell over the loud music and fireworks. "Somewhere, quiet." The farther you walk, the music starts to fade, but the fireworks still burst into colors above. You gasp, seeing a little gazebo with a pond around it. "Come on." He urges, pulling you out of your haze.

The two of you run to the gazebo, you jumping up the ledge so you can look Max in the eye. "How'd I get so lucky?" Max whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I think I should be asking that." With a hum, you rest your head on his chest, watching the fireworks. Max says nothing as you enjoy the show and others' warmth. "Oh, this is for you," Max whispers, leaning down to grab something from his pocket.

"Max, you shouldn't have gotten me anything." Hating when he spends money on you. "Stop. You're the light in my life right now. Let me be the one to make it burn brighter." Shutting you up with a kiss. Pulling away with giggles, he places the silver bracelet in your palm, looking away. Peering at it, your heart squeezes as you stare at a little lion head dangling off it.

"We can't always be together when we're so close, sooo," Max groans, shy at admitting this. "This will prove that even though I can't always be next to you, I'm here." Pointing at the lion's head, looking up, he stops seeing tears in your eyes. "It's perfect. I love you." Your eyes grow wide as you both take in what you have just said.

"Oh, Max. God, it's so earlier. I'm so-" Words get swallowed as his lips mesh with yours, kissing away your apologies. "Don't apologize. I love you too, Y/n Sainz." The two of you laugh, losing yourself in one another. Curfew be damned.

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Present Day

"Stay away from Max. Today is a race day, we don't need you getting caught and your name being ruined." Your father hisses so others don't hear. So much for trusting Carlos. He told your father immediately, not even giving you a chance. "Yes, Papi." Your father nods and lets you go, heading to talk to your cousin and Carlos.

Carlos looks at you smiling, but you lift your hand, flipping him off; no shame in showing off the bracelet Max gave you. Carlos's face turns sour, leaning in, whispering something to your father, who turns his face filled with rage. "Mama, going for a drink." Your mother waves you off, slipping through people, careful not to be spotted by cameras or media personnel.

It was stupid and reckless. You knew that walking that way was asking for trouble. You just couldn't help it, wanting one glimpse of Max. Stepping back and into the shadows, cameras come rushing past saying they just saw Max. Looking up, you feel a presence behind you and a hand on your mouth. Letting out a scream, it's muffled as that warm voice soothes you. "Buttercup, it's me." Automatically your body relaxes into his.

"Max?" Chuckling, he drops his hand, spinning you around. Fingers going for the lion head rubbing it. "Papi and my family know." Max's smile falls, fingers still, and he steps back. "Oh." You hate that he's doing this. Shutting down and refusing to talk about this. "Max, hey." Grabbing his hand, you pull him back close. "Please don't shut down on me. Please, I don't care what my family says. I love you." Max sighs, looking down at you as he yanks you into a hug.

"I love you too, but I don't want my reputation to harm you." He whispers into your hair, his racing heart calming by holding you in his arms. "Fuck that. I want you, Max. I picked you. You were my first and last choice." Max leans down, kissing the bracelet, then your lips. "I have to go. Race is about to start." You nod, giving him one last kiss as you watch him rush off.

"Where were you?" You control the urge to roll your eyes at your brother. You're tired of hiding how you feel, and you weren't going to be ashamed of it. "I was with Max. If you have a problem with it, deal with it." You hiss before joining the rest of your family, refusing to say a word.

"YES!" You knew it was wrong to scream loudly when Max crossed the line, a photo finish with your brother. You didn't care. Max deserved this win, but Carlos didn't. The backstabber needed to feel this sting, and you're glad he would. Ripping off the headphones, you make a run to parc ferme, only to be yanked back.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Your father snarls. "LET GO OF ME!" People turn, your father letting you go immediately as you take deep breaths. "I love him! I love him, Papi! He's the only one who understands me and is a good man! But you and Carlos are so blinded by the media and the rumors that you don't see how happy I am! So fuck you and this stupid image! I'm going to kiss the love of my life." Laughing, you turn, bolting off, watching Max jump out of the car, celebrating.

"MAX!" Hearing your voice, his helmet turns, looking at you. Without a second thought, he rushes over, scooping you up, pulling you over the rails as you hug him tight. "I love you, I love you." You repeat before you lean back, kissing his helmet. You can see his eyes scrunch in happiness.

"I don't care what people say; I don't care about your bad reputation. You're mine, good or bad. I choose you." Max laughs, spinning you around as people scream and cheer. From the corner of your eye, you see a red storm past, not even looking at you. He'll get over it. Even if he doesn't, you still have Max.

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bendycxmet · 3 months

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Longing—Vash the Stampede

Summary: As a bounty hunter, you've lived a lonely life. That is, until you met Vash.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: kinda angsty, fluff

Solo traveling the world of Gunsmoke was familiar to you. As a bounty hunter, it was a known lifestyle. A preferred one. Chasing criminals for the monetary prospect meant you had to be ready to up and leave at a moment's notice, especially if you acquired a hot lead from the locals.

This meant you had to live and travel alone. It made things easier. But still, there were cons to it. You had no one to talk with, laugh with, hell, even share a bed with if you were thinking romantically. You had gotten used to holding a pillow or blanket in your sleep, mimicking what it would feel like to hold someone to make a night’s rest pass easily.

As you rested your feet atop a chair at your table, you swept your eyes over the rim of your drink, attempting to be discrete as you looked for your current bounty: Wild Rick. A filthy scumbag known for upselling stolen alcohol to thirsty locals. He had the chance to be a hero with his slick skills, instead opting to bargain for the highest price with a desperate citizen. Your lip curled at the thought.

The baker in town had tipped you off about the scoundrel you had been after, alleging that he saw Wild Rick head into the local bar. No doubt looking to steal some fresh bottles of liquor.

“Do you have any good alcohol in this joint? I can tell you diluted this gin!” You turned to look towards an angry man causing a scene at the bar, a disgruntled bartender staring right back at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about bud,” the barhop said. The man reached across the countertop to grab the bartender’s collar, pulling him in.

Now, you know the alcohol was diluted, but you couldn’t be bothered. Everyone in town was trying to make a living somehow, especially with the town’s plant going through some trouble. The water wasn’t coming out clean anymore, the town resorting to shipments from a town far away, the shipment often taking weeks at a time. Everyone was on edge, angry, and desperate for some relief. The room had gone quiet, customers looking on with bored expressions, nobody making a move to stop the altercation. As the man kept yelling in the bartender’s face, you spotted a shiny gold tooth peeking past his curled lip, the same tooth that’s been described to you by the military police. Bingo.

“Let me back there so I can find some real alc-” you had crept up behind the man, silent, grabbing his hair and slamming his head down onto the countertop, effectively stunning him.

“Think you should let go now, bud. I know who you are. Everyone knows you as Wild Rick, famous for being a petty thief and vendor. This is it for you.”

Rick coughed a laugh, spitting out his gold tooth onto the counter, blood pooling out the corner of his mouth.

“Is this all you do? You think this bounty hunter life makes you hot shit? Running after lowly criminals like me? I bet you have nothing waiting for you back home, or wherever you stay. That’s why you have this life–to add some spice to your life. No one can love you, goody-two-shoes. You always go with the wind, slipping through towns that won’t remember you, faces and people that you won’t remember and that won’t remember you. I can smell it on your ass.”

He grinned up at you, acting as if he won this fight. Maybe so, with the way you stiffen at the thief’s words, clenching your jaw as he hit the nail on the head. You barely stay a night in the towns you come across, finding it easier to forget the sights of families and couples laughing in restaurants and bars, leaning against each other as they indulge in their daily habits.

What you would kill for to have that comfortable life. To forgo your career as a bounty hunter. But you still have nothing waiting for you back home. No one to welcome you home.

You reach for the gun strapped to your hip, lifting the butt of it into the air and striking it against his temple. He gasps out, slumping more into the counter before you haul him up by his elbow, pulling him out the door to head to the police station.

“You won’t be laughing when you’re thrown in a cell. Say all you want, Rick, but count your days under the sun over. It would be easier to get rid of scum like you-”

In the moment your thoughts were becoming venomous, you caught sight of something red out of the corner of your eye. You immediately turned to look that way but saw nothing.

That lovely shade of red pulled at something in the corner of your mind. You felt displaced in that moment, as if you weren’t in the present. You could feel simmering memories conjured up from that one glimpse, blurred, hidden from you. You felt warm suddenly, not a warmth you often felt as you walked under the suns. A warmth that bloomed from a feeling you couldn’t quite place, a feeling you had not experienced. This warmth was something you could only imagine people felt as you observed the happy families and couples in town.

You stopped, your eyes becoming blurry. Reaching up with your free hand, you wiped at the wetness, staring down at your fingertips as the feeling only intensified. You gasped for air, grabbing at your shirt, trying to will this feeling away.

The material you were clutching seemed to breathe, the actual warmth of it seeping into your bones. You startle awake when you feel something wet touch your forehead. You open your eyes to a dimly lit room, the only light coming through the windows from the two moons. Your breathing is fast, uneven, as you come to terms with your nightmare. You clutch your eyes shut, hoping to bring yourself back to the present. You hadn’t felt loneliness like that in a long time, forgetting how empty you felt in your daily life.

“Mayfly…what’s got you so frightened?” Vash whispers, barely audible as if he was afraid that asking any louder would scare you back into your nightmare. His fingers pet your head, lips coming to kiss the crown of your head again.

Your arms hug Vash closer to you, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Those lonely nights were past you, you tried to remind yourself. Vash was here, holding you back nearly as tightly as you were. One of your legs is thrown over his hip, the other trapped between his own. You curl your body further around his, then peer back up at him, wetness hugging your bottom eyelid.

“It’s nothing now,” you smile wistfully. You bury your head back into his neck, breathing in his natural scent. You feel his heart pulse beneath your lips, beneath your chest, and allow that beat to will your own heart to stability.

Images flash through your mind. The day that you met Vash.

On a particularly hot day, you found shelter in the local bar. Three drinks in, you definitely could tell this bar did not dilute their liquor. You chuckle darkly, that thought reminding you of the past week’s struggle with Rick, bitterness filling your body as you remember his speech.

“No one can love you.”

To spite him, you decided to extend your stay, trying to prove to yourself and him that you can stay in one place longer than a day or two.

You gulp down your drink in one go, your world swaying as your eyes follow one figure donned in a black turtleneck, bobbing about the bar as he laughed with the locals, checking in with everyone with flushed cheeks. You could tell he had indulged in a couple of drinks as well.

You felt drawn to him for several reasons. You could tell from your short time in the bar that he was kind, well-mannered, and always willing to help others and ease angry bar-goers from fighting one another. There was another reason, but your mind was too slow at the moment to think of what it was. The blonde met your eyes from a table in the corner, you quickly averting your eyes, feeling caught red-handed from following him around the room.

You felt his presence over his shoulder before he spoke. “Hey there stranger. Drinking all by yourself? Why don’t you come join us over there? We’re gonna play some cards.”

You chuckled before glancing up at him. Your breath caught in your throat. He was prettier up close, and those damn orange glasses did him dirty in hiding those bright blue eyes that tracked your every move.

“Uh, no that’s alright. Just came in to hide from the suns, yanno…” you trailed off, feeling shy from his unwavering gaze. He sighed.

Nice going. He’s probably going to walk away now. You just lost your chance at getting to know the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

A loud scraping interrupts your train of thought, looking over in time to see him pulling out the stool next to you.

“Ok! Mind if I join you for another drink?” He waved down the bartender, ordering another round for you both.

With that, you got to know the kind stranger, laughing loudly at his stories until you had tears in your eyes, the rounds of drinks you two flew through affecting you both. With each round, you two got touchier, a hand on his knee while his prosthetic arm was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you from falling off the bar stool. You two were caught up in your own world, his fingers from his other hand twiddling with your own, interlacing your hands together.

“Yanno, I feel like I’ve known you forever! But you still haven’t given me your name. I feel like I should know now, especially with the way you’re holding me,” you clutched at his hand, giving him your best pleading eyes, pouting and begging him for this little piece of information.

“Hmm, let’s just keep that a secret for now,” Vash winked at you, feeling a rush of heat to your face. A loud commotion behind him draws your attention, two men cackling as they tussle near the front wall. Their movements lead you to stare at the bulletin board behind them that hosts all the current bounties. One catches your attention… one that displays the same dazzling expression that’s in front of you right now, the same face that’s attached to the man holding your hand. You feel yourself sober instantly, smile falling as you stare at him.

“Vash… the Stampede…” you manage to whisper, seeing Vash’s blue eyes widen before seeing the red of his signature coat fly over your head and block your line of vision.

“Hey! Wait!” you shout, hands swiping until your vision returns as you see his coat whip out the door. You feel your feet moving before you register what’s happening, lungs heaving with the effort to keep up with the $$60 billion double-dollar man. You have never ran after a criminal this hard, not just because Vash is slippery, but because you feel that if you lost him, you would never feel the same way with someone the way you felt back in the bar. You had felt light, carefree. Warm.

“Vash, please wait!” you cry out, desperation cracking your voice. You hear a stumble, a crash, and a groan from around a corner. You come whipping around it, finding Vash’s feet sticking out of a pile of trash bins.

“...are you ok?”

“You’re not gonna turn me in?” comes Vash’s muffled response, before his head pops out, orange glasses atop his blonde hair, no longer obscuring his eyes. You see the sadness, the exhaustion clear in them. You sigh at him.

“As much as I would like to get that amount of money in my pocket, I don’t feel like it. Today, at least. Now come on, get up.” You extend a hand out to him. It is way too early to clarify why exactly you don’t want to give him up. You want to let yourself be selfish for once. To keep something for yourself. Isn’t it time you let yourself have something good? Vash may have a bounty over his head for crimes that are unforgivable to most, but after spending the day with him inside that bar, you began to separate him from those rumors. No way can the man in front of you commit crimes like that.

His face lights up, sliding his hand into yours. You feel jittery from your shared skin contact.

“Let me properly introduce myself.” He doesn’t let go of your hand, only lifting it up to his lips as he places a soft kiss against your knuckles. “My name is Vash.”

You indulge in the softness of his lips against your hand, heart fluttering gently in your chest before answering him.

“Y/N.”

You close your eyes at the memories of your first meeting, smiling to yourself. Those nights spent alone, cold and unforgiving as you grasp at your pillows, hugging them closer. They all led to this moment where you can hug Vash, a living, breathing being, closer to you.

No one can love me, huh Wild Rick?

You feel Vash’s lips press against your cheek, nose, and then lips, reminding you of his concern. You kiss him back slowly, indulging in the open affection he always shows you. Separating from him, you move back to your previous position, nuzzling his neck again.

You exhale slowly, dispelling the old longing from the innermost part of your being out into the night air.

“It’s nothing now that I have you.”

A/N: and it was all a dream... lol kinda but not really. thanks for reading y'all hope you enjoyed this one. went the angsty route a bit but wanted to lead up to Vash being a bright light in the reader's life... as he is for all of us i bet

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gabithefanwriter · 1 year

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Crash the Wedding, Kidnap the Bride, Simple Plan

Edgin x Female Reader

I watched this movie back in April okay? Don’t hate me lmao

I shook my head, feeling the emotions overwhelm me. I wanted to cry so badly, but I had to stand strong.

I made a promise. I couldn’t break it, but still...

I wanted to be with my real family, not this one that makes plans for me. I am a Princess, and I could never be a free soul, even as I learned the ways of becoming a cleric. I still had to say goodbye to Doric, to Simon, Holga, Kira and Edgin.

Edgin.

I hated myself for it. The heartbroken yet surprised looks they had all given me for revealing who I was, who I truly was.

The large white gown stood like a creampuff around me. I anted to tear it all off, but I stood still as my handmaidens placed on my tiara and my veil, handing me the bouquet full of daisies. I looked in the mirror and saw the necklace that I had to hide soon.

A necklace in the shape of a forget-me-not. My favourite flower.

I still hated myself for falling for the bard. The thief, the father of the little girl who I began to consider as my own.

Why did I have to fall for Edgin of all people?

“Your Majesty,” I turned to a guard who nodded his head, “It’s time.”

My time as a maiden was almost up. Soon, I was to be wed to the Prince of another nearby kingdom. One I despised.

I felt my heart ache as I slowly made my way towards the great hall. I had to fight the urge to cry. I was doing this for my kingdom. For my people. I would lose my happiness for everyone I held dear, doing everything they wanted.

But for now, I could only smile as I gently touch the necklace before going, taking in the feeling of freedom for only a little bit longer before it completely slips through my fingers.

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I was walking down the aisle, my veil hiding my look of defeat. I could see him there, smiling as if I were a prize to be won. I bit my lip as I finally made my way towards him, gently stepping on the podium. The priest was there, and I felt my freedom slowly slip away. I couldn’t hear the priest, I couldn’t focus on the prince before me, all I thought about was Edgin. His sweet, bright colourful and full of mischief eyes. Edgin, the bard who sang to me when I needed it, the man who showed me true freedom, who I had chased away after I revealed my identity to protect them.

Edgin, the man I wanted to actually marry.

“If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace...”

“I OBJECT!”

My eyes turned and I saw him there, the doors falling closed behind him, throwing him forward. I swore I heard him mutter something along the lines of “that wasn’t how I planned it but sure I guess”. He then looked up to me, and I felt my heart race at the look he gave me. “I object to this wedding.”

I didn’t dare fight the smile that slowly creeped up on my lips, even as my eyes held worry as I stared, “Edgin, what are you-?”

“I don’t want you to marry anyone, Y/n,” he began softly, making his way to me as I slowly got down to meet him halfway, holding his face in my hands. He continued, “I only want you to marry me, because you’ve made me so happy in ways I thought I’d never feel again. I want to be by your side, and I want you by mine, because I love you, Y/n/n. You matter so much to me.”

I smiled, a stray tear falling down my cheek, “I love you too, Edgin.”

I wanted to kiss him, but I felt myself get ripped away from his hold. “Edgin - NO! EDGIN!”

He outstretched a hand to reach me, but the guards pulled us away from each other, and I couldn’t help but thrash against them. I was brought to stand with my betrothed as Edgin was held by the guards, looking at my father. “You - YOU BARD! I told you to leave my daughter alone!”

“You are a thief!” The prince cried out, “Trying to steal my bride!”

Edgin only smirked, “I confess: I am a bard, a talented, good-looking one, and I confess that yes, I am a thief, but I didn’t try to steal your bride. I already stole her heart,” his eyes met mine with a mischievous glint, “So it’s only fair I steal the rest of her from you.”

I looked up and saw Simon and Holga and before I knew it, chaos was everywhere. My hand was caught and then dragged away, and I only saw the giant distractions they added, including smoke and thievery of jewels. I looked up to see who held my hand, smiling as I realised it was Edgin. I paused only to rip off the giant skirt and continued running with him. Keeping a fair distance, I saw the horses and quickly jumped up, grabbing the reins as I settled into the seat and galloped away from the church. I saw Simon and Holga catching up, and I laughed, letting out a yell of delight.

I was free.

I turned to look at Edgin with a giant grin on my face after we slowed to a walk. His smile mirrored mine.

We soon reached the house where I saw Doric and Kira. I happily jumped off the horse and ran to an already sprinting Kira, throwing herself in my arms. I smiled and picked her up. “Hey kiddo.”

She squeezed me even tighter, and I felt tears running down her face, dripping onto my neck. “I thought you left for good.”

I didn't fight to remove the smile from my face, my own tears slipping as I just embraced her. "I'm here, Kira, I'm here to stay."

She slowly pulled away, "Good, because as much as I missed you, dad missed you even more."

I felt my cheeks warm up, along with the ends of my ears, nervously biting my lip as I turned to see everyone going in the house.

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Dinner had ended hours ago, stars beginning to shine through as I stayed there, on the roof of the house.

I was finally free.

My mind wavered back to my wedding, when Edgin told me he loved me.

"Enjoying the view?"

I turned my head to see him, smiling as he sat beside me. I looked back at the stars, smiling. "Yes, I really am."

We sat there, just staring until I decided to finally break the tension. "Did you mean what you said?"

Edgin turned to face me, "Huh? You mean back at the church?"

I nodded, and I saw a smile break onto his lips. He caressed my cheek, my heart beginning to race as I felt him get closer. "I do. I love you, Y/n. I never thought I could love again after..."

After Kira's mother. His wife.

I went to cup his cheeks, smiling at him reassuringly. "I love you too, Edgin. Really, I do."

I finally let our lips connect, and it felt perfect, as cheesy as it sounded. Fireworks erupted in my chest as I brought myself closer and closer, until there was barely any room left. I was free, I was with my family, I was with the love of my life.

Nothing could ruin this moment for me.

After we separated, his eyes were full of love, until he asked a question, a look of worry.

"Will the guards be after you?"

I thought about it, "Possibly. I'm unsure, but there is a possibility."

I heard Edgin groan, and I couldn't help but laugh. "That's what happens when you rescue a princess-cleric and steal her from a wedding."

"Are you complaining though?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow with a smirk. I shook my head. "Not one bit."

#edgin x reader #edgin the bard #dungeons and dragons #edgin darvis #edgin darvis x reader #honor among thieves #d&d honor among thieves #if Chris Pine crashed my wedding you can bet I’m leaving my partner and running to Chris-

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popcornforone · 8 months

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Stolen Looks

A fan Fic based on The Thief

About 14months ago a friend asked me would I write a little short romantic story for them, nothing to smutty but based on a picture, as I write & like to to that, so I did. I then discovered an hourly Pedro Pascal twitter bit that posted random photos of him on the hour so I started writing them about the photo… now here I am (that bot has now gone boo Elon) writing fan fics. & then bam this photo above drops & I had to write about it & the thief, I couldn’t not. So this is An added bonus for you all this week. Don’t worry your still getting Javi G chapter 5

Synopsis: The thief is up to his usual tricks but all it takes is a glance at you to change his motives for the night.

Word count:2600

Warnings: Don’t read if your under 18! There no sex in this but… it’s implied. The thief is bisexual. Alcohol, slight swearing, drugs & drugging mentioned. Oral sex described, fingering, seducing stimulation, mentions of one night stands.consent could be seen as dubious please remember in real life it’s okay to say no. Stealing & theft. This is not an advert for wine.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feed back is welcome as always. Thanks.

There you stand waiting for him. In his bedroom. You don’t even know his name. The glances between you at the party tonight were intense. No other mans eyes met yours. No other man could you see the desire flood his veins. But these glances well… palpable is an understatement.

In he walks. Snazzy floral silk long jacket. Over sized cuffs, from the white shirt underneath poking out. Sleek black trousers, that made you see how good he could be. A hint of spotty socks. Black pointy heeled boots, reflecting your face. Messy hair but styled that way on purpose. A large watch that looks small in comparison to those hands, which are carrying a bottle of red wine for the two of you to indulge in. He sits in the chair & leans back admiring you up & down. He rests his bearded chin on his hand, a flat fat thumb pressed to his lips as he sighs inhaling the beauty in front of him.

“Perfection” he states & gestures your hand for you to twirl. Your hair is in a long blonde braid trailing over your naked left shoulder. Your midnight blue strapless dress hugs your curves & gives you a phenomenal cleavage. There’s a thin layer of sparking net over the top to give your dress the look of a starry night sky. Your nails are all dark purple except the index fingers on both hands. They also have some silver to them, they match your heels, clutch & the choker necklace you are wearing. Earrings that are just simple studs, much like your simple make up. There were much more attractive glamours people at the party tonight but you have the attention of the person who never gives anyone the time of day. He gets what he wants & he always makes sure of it.

“Thank you”you say bashfully when you have finished your twirl. Your eyes still darting across every inch of him.

You won a ticket to this party at work, you don’t usually go to these kind of parties or auctions, but this was too good an opportunity to turn down. A country house which rarely gives people access. Champagne in hand slowly coming out of your shell as you started working the room. All you did was sit on a bench for a few seconds. Admiring a painting, taking the weight of your feet, when you saw a man creep through the library door. Dressed to the nines. Dapper. Mysterious. Handsome. Like he was up to no good. & yet the second both your eyes met they were drawn to each other, like a moth to a flame. You’re suddenly off the bench without you realising walking away from him to tease him & instigate a seductive chase. Your mind going insane going this isn’t the kind of girl you are. You avoid the lime light & wondering eyes of unknown gentlemen. & yet your hips are swaying as you move.

He is admiring your arse, & the way it sways, the dress clinging to you. He had spent months planning to get into this library tonight, his last Goya is hanging on this wall, ready for him to track it & lay his tropes to come back tomorrow night to claim it & replace it, the copy already on sight, it will be months before anyone realises it’s a fake. But your eyes & simple beauty have distracted him. He was also intrigued that the painting you stopped at was the Goya he plans on having for himself. He can hear your shallow breathing as he steps behind you. You tried to not look at him or give him the time of day but some slow seductive simple words made all the hairs on your body stand up on end.

“What are you drinking?” That’s all it took, to send shivers down your spine. The warmth of his breath setting your desire free. The way his hand caressed your almost bare back, before it trailed down your shoulder & arm to hold onto your hand & take the flute from your hand. He’s looking to see if your jewels are worth anything but he can see that you are not the usual person who comes to these events.

“Champagne” you whisper back you lips inches away from his mouth as you turn your head to face him. Your lips so plump. Your eyes flutter at him & his are full of desire as they return a glance back to you. Neither of you hear the glass shatter as he drops the flute to the floor, you’re both enchanted by the person desiring the other.

The rest of the night you both circulated trying not to be beguiled by the other & yet there was moments in each room of this country house where you’d end up standing next to each other. Your net working had improved & your confidence had grown due to both the sudden eyes that you felt burning into you all night & also the liquid luck from the champagne. He has managed to eventually get things in place for his heist tomorrow, but he is always if he possibly can, be about 10 paces behind you when you move around. He automatically had the urge to protect you & keep you safe & maybe steal you for himself. So when you taxi failed to arrive at the end of the night & he offered to take you back to his so you could sleep in the spare room you agreed. Those eyes were very easy to say yes too.

He’s still looking you up & down in his bedroom. He didn’t give you a tour he just took you straight to his bedroom, he’s not even kissed you yet. The drive to his mansion he stroked the back of your hand & caressed your face, asking you about why you were there & if you admired the paintings & if you had a pleasant evening. You were surprised when he left you in his bedroom for a few minutes before he returned with the wine. But your face lit up when he sauntered back into the room. His aura always makes it seem like he is creeping in & out of any room he is in like he is a Sluth. He pours you both a glass of red Malbec & picks his up & takes a sip.

“You’re normal aren’t you?” He asks subtlety in a soft way, not wanting to offend. “This isn’t your usual scene be it the party or right now. Your not that kind of girl”

“Is it that obvious?” You giggle & take a step forward to go pick up your glass but he raises his hand to stop you & you look confused.

“Yes, most girls & men by now would be on their knees, gagging around my cock, while I taste this beautiful wine before I return the favour. They don’t wait for consent, they know who I am & they just do it.” He’s clearly a man who goes for a certain type, you mind races now as to why you are here.”but you…” he stands up & his hand takes the other glass & walks across to you. “… you have class & standards. Your not just here for a quick meaningless shag & then we will never call each other again, no your here to be seduced, to be claimed, to be stolen” your own breath hitches as he says he wants to steal you. The idea of his hands tracing your body has been on your mind since he first touched your back earlier. You now know from his statement that he is a man who is usually offered sex on a plate from Whoever he invites back, you are a challenge for him. He likes a challenge.

“I don’t even know your name,” you say as you take your wine from his hand trying not to look in his eyes. “I don’t even know what you do, I don’t even…” his eyes search for yours & once eyes contact has been made you slowly fall silent.

“You stole my eye line tonight, being so naturally beautiful” he says & he kisses your empty hand before you both take a sip of wine. “You stole my attention, the way you smile, the way you hold yourself, the way you are you.” You’re siping more of this wine hoping he isn’t drugging you, it’s the kind of things men like this do to get you into bed. “& you stole my identity, I’m the thief, I’m meant to the the one with the capabilities to steal what I want, to get what I need…”

“But you did…” you interrupt & the man’s face goes a little sour. Are you undercover he thinks, did you see him mark the painting & stash some items to steal it tomorrow? “No one but you was going to steal those precious looks from me tonight, you’re not like the other men that were there. I might not know who you are, but I think you can claim to have stolen my night away from me. Im yours”

The thief take both your wine glasses & put them back in the table, undoing his bow tie at the same time.

“This was not my plan for tonight, no way, but you my mysterious lady, you’ve made tonight so much more interesting.” He moves your braid off your shoulder & starts to pepper it with soft kisses. His lips feel warm against your chilled skin in this sparse room. For a man with a large house you’d have thought he’d have more in his master suit that just a few books on a shelf, a table & chairs, two

dressers & a large 4 poster bed. Clearly a man who likes to keep things simple, maybe that’s why he wants to keep you here tonight.

“How have I made this interesting?” You’re breathing fast as he makes his way to the crook of your neck working his way up to your lips to taste them in a few seconds time, you hope.

“By being you, a few stolen glances are all it took, for I am now yours” he says looking at you directly abandoning his kisses, those stolen looks being exchanged again. You want this. So does he.

“As am I to you” you whisper & cup his cheek. His hands, those large palms hold your face as he looks at every blemish on your face, not caring that your make up is starting to look a little bit old. He doesn’t care. The look & nod are small but the second your lips meet a fire erupts in you. Those lips that have pouted all night at you & have had seductive words flow out of them are now learning how you kiss. One of his hands goes around your waist as the other unties your braid, so he can feel all of you. Your body’s so close as your mouths continue to engage in this embrace. He tastes of the wine. Rich dark & seductive, like him. Maybe he has drugged you into feeling like this, but right now as all of your senses are on high alert & you feel the passion take over, you don’t care. You may have kissed the devil & its Making you want more.

Eventually his grip is loose around your waist as you both stop making out with each other. Both desperately needing more than the kiss, but both needing a moment of reflection. Are you this girl now? Does he really want to have you to himself all night? Are You going to be filled with regret in the morning? One look into his eyes & you suddenly see him soften. No longer this man who has seduced & stolen your heart as well as the looks from you tonight. He’s just a man, a man who wants you, who clearly is treating you differently to every other man & woman he invites back to his after an event. You’re someone he needs to take his time with. To learn to appreciate,

& to maybe add to his collection & share it with him one day.

“We…” he’s stumbling “we don’t have to… there’s no pressure…” his hand trails around his neck scarring his beard. He’s nervous for once.

“& what if I did…” you reply “what if tonight you take me, one night of mine can be stolen & given to someone else & I’d like it to be you.” you say as your hands start to trail up his silk floral jacket ready to help him undress.

“Darling, if you stay with me, it will be for more than just one stolen night” he says, his eyes filled with passion. His hand glides into yours like it’s meant to be as he walks you across to the bed & he slowly lowers you down onto it. He lies to your side watching the rise & fall in your body. You’re breathing more than enraged trying to control yourself. This is made harder by his hand, trailing inside your dress, up your leg, over your inner thigh. “Let go beautiful” he whispers softly in your ear as you gasp & his thumb makes contact with your clit.

You jolt awake at 10am on a Sunday. A dream of lust & desire. A memory playing out in your mind as you slept in your small bed, in your apartment. The feeling of his thumb still there teasing your clit, as you wake up in a sweat wishing he was here. He’s not unfortunately. Your bed sheet damp underneath where you sit, as you had obviously cum while dreaming about him, maybe your own hand had been seeing to your pleasure as you remember the first night you met. You lay naked back down on your bed remembering the rest of that night & the next nine afterwards. Realising making love to you was his alibi for so many things. You still jokingly after all this time still call him the thief, to arouse the two of you, to get you in the mood occasionally, not that you could keep your hands or lips off each other. Your horizons now broadened & you were not just a one off. This was the real thing for the both of you. You always chuckle a little at that as you turn over to check your phone & send him a good morning message. Imagine if you hadn’t won that at work. Although you have now not worked for the last 3months at all, a sabbatical before you start to retrain in what you want to actually do in life. He has made you realise these moments need to be grasped & enjoyed, no one should wait for what they want. He’s said he will help you, but you insisted on one day paying back every penny. you then sit up & look across at the wall & smile & say good morning to what faces you. That Goya, yes the painting, his most prised possession. Which he has gifted to you as a promise to always return. Which he does when your buzzer to your apartment goes off about 5minutes later. You bed & apartment might not be as grand as his mansion, but it keeps you both grounded & your spark alive. All to just steal a few precious minutes of love making together, away from the eyes of the rest of the world.

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famina · 1 year

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A trip to the wrong side of town

There has been an alarming lack of Yomi on this blog so I had to do something about that ! For some reason, this hunger fic is much mor wordy then the rest. sorry about that. I hope you will like it and like Yomi too !

WARNING : Hunger kink fic, belly things and growls ahead.

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“This feel nice” you think to yourself. Your body is warmly tucked under your coat and your face is pressed on a cold surface. The gentle trembles rock your body into a sweet slumber and the dim lights you can barely see through your closed eyelids bring you even closer to sleep.

Wait ? Where are you again ? You groan and stand up, shaking off the grogginess. Oh ! That’s right, you’re on the train. To go home ? mmmh...You look out the windows. This seems all very far from your home. How long did you sleep for ? It’s very dark out, there are no houses, no other cars, only…metal and concrete ? Where is this ? Maybe some industrial part of the city ? You didn’t know your train went this far. You start panicking and reach out for your phone. It’s dead… Of course it is. What now ? Maybe you can ask at the station when the damn train finally stops.

After a few minutes of quiet panic, at long last, the train comes to a full stop. Everything is eerily quiet now, the doors open but nothing happens. You were the only one on the train, but now you now think you’ll also be the only one in the whole station. You make your way out before the doors close back on you and are greeted by the most unfriendly train station you’ve ever seen. No front desk, no shops, heck, there isn’t even any benches ! Just where are you ?? You snap out of it ! You need to find someone, fast ! There isn’t anyone here but there MUST be a train conductor !

You’re about to make your way towards the locomotive when something brushes past you in a flash. You turn around to see a little person holding your bag tauntingly. “H-HEY !” You shout and the person scuttles away. You give chase. The thief isn’t too fast so you’re able to keep up. This makes you confident that you will get your bag back. You then turn a corner, and the thief is stuck in a dead end. You think you’ve won, until you notice the thief has a big wide smile on their face.

From above, other littles people jump down, pinning you on the ground as they land. You hit the asphalt hard. It hurts. Your aggressors are laughing. You try to get back up, those holding you down are the size of toddlers so even though they are many, you should be able to overpower them if you just.. BAM ! Something hits you on the back of the head and it all becomes black.

When you come back to reality, you’re all tide up and are being carried away by those weird littles…creatures ! You panic again ! You try to break free but you can barely move. “H-HELP ! SOMEBODY ! I-I’M BEING KIDNAP.” You shout and shout for help but nothing happens. No one is coming for you. No one can help. You start to think…this is it…

And suddenly, your feet start dangling in the air !? What happened to the little dude carrying them ? Oh ! Now you fell you right shoulders losing the support of its carrier. And your left knee, and the right one too ! In an instant you fall to the ground. You make some effort to look at what is going on. You see a young men with tattered clothes and a bandaged eye swinging around a metal pipe like it’s a sword.

The little one who was carrying your head rushes to him with a glass shard but the one eyes man times his swing perfectly to club him while he was jumping. Sending him hit the wall. The other little ones get scared by that attack and scurry off, including the one with your bag.

“Yeah ! You better run !! This’ll teach not to mess with me !!” the man shouts. You look at him in complete astonishment still confused by all that just happened. He looks annoyed.

“What ?! What do you want ??”

“Uhg ! Please ! Untie me !!” You say urgently.

“Han ? why should I?”

“T-they captured me and tied me up…p-please help !!”

“Uuuh…I’ll say it again…Why should I!??”

“Huh ??? w-well..” You don’t really understand what he wants. He looks closely to you with interrogation.

“Waiit….you’re not from here, are ya ?”

“N-No…I came by train..I’m from-“

“W-WOW ! YOU TOOK THE TRAIN ??!”

“Hmmm….yeah ?”

“Wah…” He chuckles, “So they caught an outsider…those lucky bastards…”

“Huuh ??...” You don’t get anything he’s saying.

“Well that changes everything !” He unties you with a big smile on his face. You sigh with relief.

“Hah. Thanks, I really thought-..” He shoves his hand in your face. “Uhh…what ?”

“Payement.”

“What ?”

“PAY-MENT ! I helpt you out, now you gotta pay !”

“W-What ? Well I’m sorry but I got nothing to give.” You say, irritated.

“Oh ! Don’t play dump ! I know you outsiders are literally swimming in cash ! So gimme some !”

“Okay…first, that’s not true…And second, all the cash I had on me was in that bag that little thief stole from me !”

“W-What !!?? So you got NOTHIN ??!! Damn !!! What a waste of time…” He turns around and is about to leave.

“W-Wait ! Can you tell me where the train station is ??”

“I don’t help broke ass tourists !” He continues walking without even bothering to turn around.

“Hey ! I’m not broke ! I’ve got money…just not…here…”

“Yeah well you ARE here so…” He’s about to make his way out of your sight and you’re getting desperate.

“Alright ! how about this !? If you take me to station, tomorrow I come back with the cash to pay you ! Deal ?!”

He stops, and slowly turns to face you. “Are you fucking kidding me !??” He breaks out in laughter “ Oh yeah ! Suuuure ! You’ll be back ! Dang, how dumb do you think I am !!??”

“I’m not a liar ! I WILL come back !!” You are insulted by his claim.

“Yeah yeah ! I’m not falling for that one ! Just be thankful I’m not selling your organs for making me work for free !”

This is bad. From what you’ve seen so far he seemed like your only way out and he’s getting away. What can you do…what can you give him. And then it hits you.

“Hey !” You shout to him. “Are you cold !?”

He turns to you irked “Han ??”

“Your coat ! It’s so old and beat up it’s barely holding together !”

“Y-Yeah !? Who cares !!??” That comment seemed to have angered him mare than he wants to let on.

“You could have mine !” You show off your beautiful almost new, stylish cheap polyester coat.

“F-For real !?...” He seems to want it bad.

“yeah…BUT only if you get me to the station ! Then you get the coat.”

“Ah ! mmmh…ARRGH ! Fiiiiine ! I’ll get you to the stupid station ! but I got places to be so you better walk fast !” You happily trout behind him.

The two of you start walking in what seems to be an industrial labyrinth of concrete walls and metal structures.

“By the way, I’m (Y/N).”

“……..”

“Aaaand you are..?”

“I-I-I’m not giving you my name !!”

“Why not ?”

“W-w-well…..I’m just not…”

“Oookay…”

You figure he’s not one for chitchat. You two walk in silence for a little while when suddenly

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooWWLllls

The sound of a monstrous beast comes out of no where. You start to panic again. “W-What was that !??”

“Oh ! Relax ! That was just me !”

“H-Huh?”

gggggGGGGGRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwlss

The one eyes boy clenches his teeth and clutches his abdomen. He looks in pain but continues to walk normally.

“A-Are you…injured ?”

“What ? ‘course not ! I’m just starving !”

Grrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooaaaannn

“O-Oh….” You start feeling bad for the guy “Should we stop somewhere and grab a bite to eat ?”

“Hhaa ? Fucking where ??!” He gestures up to the big industrial labyrinth your in. You realize you haven’t seen a single store, or house or anything, just what is this place?

“Where…exactly are we ??” You ask.

“………The less you know the better…”

You decide to no ask further.

GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooowwwwwlls

“aaah….”

The no-name boy massages his midsection. You wish you could do something to ease his pain. But wait ! You can ! You rummage through your pockets and find it ! You hand it to him.

“Here !”

“Whassat ??”

“A granola bar ! I just remembered I had it on me.”

“Okay….and what do you want me to say ? Congratulations ??”

“No ! I’m giving it to you !”

“W-wha…..” He just freezes. He seems to have never encountered the concept of giving food to others. After a few second he turns all red a backs away from you. “F-F-F-FORGET IT !! I’m not eating your strange pocket food !!”

“Huh ?? What’s the big deal ? You’re hungry, I’m giving you food ! Come on ! Take it !” You hand it too him again.

He backs up to the wall as if you’re pointing a knife to him. “I DON’T WANT IT, I SAID ! Y-y-you can’t just…GIVE food away like that !!”

“Uuuh…Yeah, I can !” You are confused.

“W-well no one does that ! Y-Y-you probably poisoned it or something…”

“…..Why would I do that ?..”

“Tsk ! To knock me out and nab all my stuff !! B-But I’m not fallin’ for it !!” He trembles and points his pipe at you as a weak threat.

You don’t understand his reaction. But what is clear is that he now seems legitimately scared. So you try to reassure him. “…..It’s sealed…how would I have poisoned it ?”

“W-with a syringe !! I-I’ve seen it done !!”

Now he’s just being silly. “Okay…I’m not from here and I didn’t plan to come. Why would I have a sealed poisoned granola bar in my pocket ??”

“……………..” He seems to soften his stance.

“Soooo..” You hand the granola bar to him, again.

Grrrrrroooooooooooan

“!!?” The boy gets surprised by the cries of his own stomach. He looks carefully at the granola bar yearningly. Slowly, he approaches his hand from yours and yanks the treat out of you grasp in a flash and runs a little further to devour it. You think he looks like a little hungry squirl and that makes you smile. He notices it and turns to you with a mouth full.

“Whaff??!”

“Haha. So, is it good ?”

“………………..” He gulps it all down and gets back in front of you. “Let’s get going already !”

You are a bit mad that you didn’t get a ‘Thank you’ but when you glance at the one-eyed boy’s face, you see he seems embarrassed but also just a tiny bit happy.

You continue walking without speaking a word for a little while until you come back to the station. You overjoyed.

“Ah ! Where here ! Thanks so much !” You start removing your coat.

“W-W-What are you doing !!??” His face turns bright red.

“I’m…giving you my coat…as promised.”

He sighs loudly “You’re SUPPOSED to only give it to me when the train comes, dimwit ! Or else I can just…push you on the tracks and run off with it ! Damn…don’t you know anything….”

“O-oh..” You put back your coat quickly. “Well…would you do that ?”

“W-No !!....But…still…you should be more careful…” He looks away, all pouty…

Is he trying to help you out ? That granola bar must’ve really done him some good.

“Well I’ll try to be carefull if you try to take better care of yourself !”

“Han ??! what’s that supposed to mean ??!” He puts his hands on his hips.

“You really sounded in pain earlier. You should really try to eat better.”

“Han ! Yeah ! Like it’s EASY ! Food doesn’t just SRPOUT OUF OF THE GROUND you know !”

You stare at him with a blank look. “Yes…it…does ?..”

“Huh ??!” He looks at you with completely incomprehension.

“Have you never heard of a plant ?? Hahah” You say, jokingly.

“Whassat ?”

“!!?” You can’t believe it. Has he really never seen a plant. You just now notice you haven’t since a single tree, or bush or any green life in this entire place. You start to feel awful about your joke earlier.

“Y-you know…” you begin “…You could come too !”

“Hm???” He looks at you with genuine surprise

“On the train, I mean. I have a few tickets left so-“

“I can’t.”

He’s answer was shapr and cold and took you aback. He also looked honestly disappointed.

“W-well, why n-“

“I…JUST CAN’T !!!.”

“!!??” You decide not to press further “O-okay…”

He realize he’d been shouting and tries to calm down. “A-And..you shouldn’t come back here either…”

“O-oh ! Don’t I have to pay you back ?” You say with a little smile.

He laughs a bit. “Nah ! with the coat and that granola thing, we can say we’re even.”

You wanted to help him more somehow, but he was right. This place was dangerous and you should not come back. “Alright, if you say so.”

At that moment, the train approaches in the distance so you start removing the coat. By the time it’s stops to take its passengers you’ve got your hand stretched out to offer your coat to the no-name boy.

“Thanks for everything. Take care okay.”

“Y-Yeah…I’ll try.” He smiles just a bit and takes the coat.

“Well good bye.” You turn around to board the train.

“W-Wait !” The man takes your hand to stop you.

“!??” You turn to him, unsure.

“I-It’s……Yomi…”

“What ?”

“M-m-my name…you wanted to know so….it’s Yomi…” He looks at his feet all nervous like. This makes you smile.

“I see. Goodbye Yomi !” You smile at him.

“Bye (Y/N_” And he smiles back.

You board the train just as the door closes. You and Yomi look at one another until you are out of each other’s sight. After that you finally get home for a well deserved rest. As promised, you never went back to that weird industrial hell, but you think about it from time to time. You think about Yomi and you hope he’s doing well.

#hunger fic #hunger kink #belly k!nk #oc fanfiction #male stomach growl #hunger growls

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onemustalwaysbecarefulofbooks · 2 years

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HOT TAKE: Being disappointed about the casting of Annabeth Chase in the Disney+ PJO show does NOT make you a racist!!!!!

I honestly don’t even come on this website much anymore but I am breaking my silence to shout this from the rooftops. I don’t care what the reaction to this is, I stand by it 10000000000% and you’re not changing my mind.

Is it okay to be excited about the casting? Yes!!! Of course!! Is it also okay to wish there had been a different outcome? ALSO YES.

(And for those of you who are ready to click away, or turn into a furious keyboard warrior before going any further, I sincerely challenge you to read till the end. A weak-minded person refuses to examine things from anything other than their own perspective. Prove me wrong!!!!)

Here’s the real talk most of you aren’t ready to hear. If Rick Riordan collaborated with Disney+ to develop an original show with original characters, with a totally new plot and story and everything, and this girl was cast as the main female lead and people said “Ugh, this is so disappointing, why is she black????” THAT WOULD BE RACIST. If, in our current scenario someone said “I really wish she wasn’t black, black people are ugly/stupid/bad actors/etc.” THAT WOULD BE RACIST. Saying “Annabeth was a white girl with blonde hair in the books so I wish she was being portrayed as a white girl with blonde hair in the show” IS NOT RACIST.

We live in a society that preys on the majority of the population’s desire to be good. And I really and truly do believe that--most people are GOOD!! No normal sane person wants to be labeled as a racist. Unfortunately, people with nefarious intentions know this and have begun using this word as a weapon. Don’t agree with me?? You’re a racist!!!!!! In that person’s eyes, they are on superior moral ground, therefore they have already won the “argument”. All productive conversation is shut down. This word has become so normalized that it downplays actual REAL HARMFUL racism that is hurting people around the world on a daily basis. RACISM IS REAL. It exists anywhere that humans look different from each other. It can have devastating consequences. And I find it incredibly disrespectful to the victims of it to throw this word around as loosely as we do now.

All it takes is about five seconds of critical thinking to realize that maybe the majority of people who are expressing disappointment about this are not all evil white supremacists. Guys. Annabeth Chase is one of the most well-known middle grade/YA literary characters of all time. She has been a main character and/or featured in The Lightning Thief, The Sea of Monsters, The Titan’s Curse, The Battle of the Labyrinth, The Last Olympian, The Lost Hero, The Mark of Athena, The House of Hades, The Blood of Olympus, The Sword of Summer, The Hammer of Thor, The Ship of the Dead, The Tower of Nero, and several short stories and novellas: The Demigod Diaries, The Demigod Files, The Staff of Serapis, The Crown of Ptolemy. Her first appearance was in The Lightning Thief, which was published in 2005. This is a character who has been living in people’s minds for damn near twenty years. She has been depicted by both fan artists AND professional artists alike for that entire time as a white girl with blonde hair. She is smack dab in the middle of the cover of House of Hades as a white girl with blonde hair. We have been staring at her in beloved fan arts as a white girl with blonde hair for YEARS (those of you as ancient as I am will remember the heyday of Burdge and Viria. Shout out to both of them, I LIVED for their work back in the day!). Saying that someone is racist for wanting a beloved and well-known character they have been visualizing for seventeen years to look the way they were DEPICTED for seventeen years RACISTS for doing so is just SILLY.

Saying a character’s physical appearance means nothing is equally as silly. Apparently everyone is too young to remember or has conveniently forgotten the uproar that was heard and felt when Alexandra Daddario portrayed Annabeth as a brunette. If you talked to a PJO fan about the movie back in 2010, I can ASSURE you, one of the first things out of their mouths was: “Annabeth is supposed to have blonde hair!!!!!!!” People did not like that choice of actress and it was simply because she did not resemble the physical description of Annabeth in the books. Anyone else remember the fuss that was made over Daniel Radcliffe not having green eyes as Harry Potter?? Or the bad dye job they gave Josh Hutcherson to play Peeta?? None of those things involved race. Book fans STILL complained about them. The bottom line is this: die-hard fans want the actors on screen to look like the characters they imagined in their minds. AND THAT IS OKAY!!!!!!!

Guess what??? I would be JUST as pissed if they cast Percy as a redhead (and for those of you saying he was cast as a blonde, mark my words. . .they’ll still dye his hair black. And if they don’t at this point, it’ll just be to try and prove a point). I would be JUST as pissed if, down the road, they cast Hazel as a white girl, Leo as a blonde white kid, Piper and Frank as ANYTHING other than Cherokee and Chinese. What they are in the book is what I want to see on the screen. I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH BLACK PEOPLE. I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH THIS GIRL AS A HUMAN BEING OR AN ACTRESS. DIVERSITY SHOULD BE CELEBRATED. I JUST WANT ANNABETH TO LOOK LIKE SHE LOOKS IN THE BOOKS. THAT’S REALLY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s honestly not that deep!!!!!!!!!!!

It has nothing to do with white people vs black people, it just simply has to do with book fans wanting to see what they saw in their minds for nearly two decades play out on a screen in front of them. That’s it!!!!!!!!!

Calling people racists over this is immature and cheap, you guys. People on this site (and in life in general) really need to learn how to disagree without becoming hostile and dramatic. If you’re happy and excited about the casting, that’s great! I’m happy you’re happy. There is so much negative bad shit in the world, anything you can find to be happy about is great. Leah Sava Jeffries is a beautiful little girl. I’m sure she’s sweet and intelligent and an extremely talented actress. I would never ever want to see her bullied or harassed for any of this and anyone who does so should be condemned. (Honestly though, 99.9% of internet “haters” have the intellectual and emotional maturity of the mountain troll from the first Harry Potter so trying to explain to them that this is not only pointless, but morally wrong, is a waste of time and effort). I can say all of this AND also say that she is not who I would have liked to see play Annabeth. That does not make me a racist. It makes me a book purist. Learn to recognize the difference, guys.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #disney plus #pjo disney plus #rick riordan #annabeth chase #percy jackson #anti racist #the lightning thief

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genshinimpactlife · 1 year

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Brain worms are worming today Imagine a thief and overall troublemaker s/o who has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. Like they see something valuable and shiny? Mine now. Random anemo slimes bouncing around? Lets see how high we can fly. Yes s/o can and will steal from dangerous people. s/o is also a wandering kind of person and visits different kinds of places and causes trouble there Now think this kind of s/o with Wanderer/Steve.

Interactions with him would be like:

(Fighting treasure hoarders because s/o wanted to steal their treasure)

S/o: I got 3 men down!

Wanderer: well i got 6!

S/o: Slow down and leave some for me you lil sh/t!

Wanderer: Sounds like a skill issue to me

alternatively:

Wanderer: What do you have?

S/o: A knife and stolen treasure!

Wanderer: L I got a bigger knife and more stolen treasure

Headcannons pls <3

Troublemaker S/O Headcanons

The Wanderer

Oh, the two of them would cause so much trouble together. They are notorious around Inazuma.

Their relationship started as the two of them just trying to one-up the other, enemies to lovers, if you will

"I can lift two crates" "Oh wow, I can lift four. You aren't even on my LEVEL."

100% the two of them created a game like ping pong where they smack different slimes back and forth, and pyro slimes add an extra layer of danger.

They love pestering the Arataki gang, starting a rivalry with them.

They broke into Itto's house and released all of his Onikabuto after Itto released bad drawings of wanted signs of them all over Inazuma.

"You see those Treasure hoarders over there… I bet I can beat more of them than you. "Oh, you're on!"

Both of you are relatively equal in power, so your competitions are always a close call. Many times you two have argued over who won.

Anytime the two of you get caught, you try to blame it on the other and run away, leaving them to deal with the mess.

The Wanderer knows his own limits now, yet you do not. So you're always running off challenging much bigger people, and the Wanderer is always chasing after your ass to save you.

"I could have taken him! "He was 7 FEET TALL AND HAD THREE SWORDS"

You two are constantly bickering with each other like an old married couple.

Yet the moment someone dares to make a negative comment about one of you, the other is going ham on their ass.

This was a lot of fun! I hope you enjoy <3

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jahayla-parker · 3 months

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Black & White : Peter Paker x Reader Series

Part 4

For full warnings, descriptions, and other parts, see series masterlist here.

Peter groaned as an overly intense vibration sensation took over inside his head. He’d been on patrol, tracking down a petty thief, and had followed the man into a church. As soon as Peter reached the bell tower where the man had fled to, he was suddenly attacked by the criminal. During their fight, just when Peter had the upper hand, the church’s bell rang out loudly. The sound was undoubtedly loud, and Peter’s super-hearing didn’t help that fact. However, the excessive shaking inside his head from it was far too much for the circumstances.

Peter stumbled backwards until his back hit the side wall of the tower. His hands pressed against his throbbing head as a foreign scream sounded. Peter’s heart raced at the sound as his eyes looked around for its source; only to realize it was inside his head. As the bell continued to ring out, the realization of a second and unknown voice in his head made Peter try to think over every aspect of his life recently in order to figure out why this foreign voice was in his head and who it was.

When the bell ringing finally stopped, Peter slumped against the wall in exhaustion. His head was aching and his body sore. But, he actually felt a sense of clarity. During the ringing, Peter had noticed how the criminal he’d chased was beaten up and recalled it was him Spider-Man that had done that. No wonder the man ran the second Peter had arrogantly turned his back to the man assuming he’d won. He couldn’t believe he’d been the one to do that amount of damage to someone. Peter had never been aggressive during patrol, but he now recalled how he’d been increasingly doing so over the last few weeks. How hadn’t he noticed it before?

Shut up weakling.

Peter’s heart picked back up at the return of the foreign voice. What the hell was going on with him?!

Quit your yammering. You’re fine!

“H-how did…?” Peter asked aloud only to realize he was speaking to no one.

I’m not no one you invertebrate. Now let me rest you pain in the -

Rest?! Peter shouted in his mind. You’re in my head! You’re changing my morals! Altering my conscious-

I said shut up!

Peter gasped as his hand uncontrollably slapped over his mouth. What the hell was this thing?!

Thing?! I’m the reason you’re as strong as you! I’m the reason you’re a free man now!

What? Peter shook his head. This thing needed to go.

You think I enjoy being bonded to you you twig?! You’re the one that started this when you decided to poke at me. Now seriously shut up or else I’ll-

That’s when..-. Peter gasped again. This is insane. The black glob from that robbery was a monster that had invaded his mind?! It was almost a venom like substance then, wasn’t it? Peter’s mind was racing as he tried to recall anything else that might have occurred during the last week as everything felt like a blur.

Peter felt himself rise from the floor of the bell tower. His legs moved without his own volition. His mind felt clouded again and he found himself blindly following along as the invasive glob venom inside him controlled his movements.

Peter had soon made it home and into his bed, the venom substance having brought him back here without any help from Peter himself. He laid in bed, staring up at the dingy ceiling. He heard a deep sigh sound in his mind. It took a few moments, but Peter soon felt his mind and thoughts clear up. It was as if the venom had been so tired from earlier that he finally had a moment to himself.

After allowing himself some time to collect his thoughts, Peter dragged himself out of bed and over to his desk. He had to determine a way to get this thing out of him. He doubted the creature would leave him willingly if tonight was any indication. Speaking of which, what was different about tonight that made the creature act like that? What had weakened its grip on Peter long enough for him to notice the change?

Scrap notes were balled up and discarded around Peter’s desk. They were barely visible in the dimly lit studio apartment. The small table lamp on his desk was the only light source he dared use, uncertain how the venom creature thing in his head worked or what might wake it up. He had been writing down anything he could recall from his various patrols over the last few weeks and comparing them to the events of tonight; ruling out any common denominators.

Peter’s eyes widened as he stared down at the sloppily written note on the latest scratch paper on his desk. This was it. The only difference tonight was the vibrations. Well, not vibrations per se. Sound waves specifically. They just caused a deep vibration inside him, enough to separate the venomous thing from him. He knew it had to be the high frequency noise of the bell as he’d been able to narrow down the precise moment he started to feel more conscious but simultaneously disoriented. All he had to do now was formulate a plan to make enough high frequency noise to force the venom to separate from him permanently.

Peter’s body was sore and tired, but he trudged through the moonlit streets. He presumed it was due to the intense patrols he’d been doing lately. His mind was still trying to sort through the fuzziness. But, thanks to his exhaustive studying of his patrols, he could recall that he’d been doing far more patrols, each one longer than normal, tracking down not just what he heard on the scanner but any other threat the recent voice inside his head told him to. Peter was just pleased that he hadn’t crossed a line he couldn’t come back from. While he still wanted the rest of his mind back, he was grateful he could fully recall in a patrol sessions and knew he hadn’t taken anyone’s life. Now that he knew that that had been a risk the last few weeks, Peter had to get this thing out of him tonight, before that became a reality. Hence why he was sleepily walking through the city this late.

Peter tried not to groan as he once again failed to think about y/n. He’d been trying to recall anything about her lately, but he could only recall the last date they’d had before he’d been infected the black goo. He knew there was more, and the uncomfortable feeling in his chest that came around when thinking her name troubled him. Whenever he tried to push past the mental blocks to think about y/n, he felt the thing inside him stir as if alerted to the specific thought. That hadn’t happened when recalling his patrols. So, despite his worry, Peter decided to push aside any thoughts of y/n until after this thing was out of him. Perhaps that was for the best anyways, he didn’t need this thing to wake up and start questioning who the girl on his mind was.

Peter took a shaky deep breath as he reviewed his set-up. He’d chosen to do this in a small, enclosed space. He had done measurements to try and estimate how intense the sound waves needed to be and how to get them to that intensity. His apartment would’ve sufficed, but he didn’t want to risk the sound waves radiating through his walls and hurting anyone else; especially not y/n and she was just across the hall, far too close.

As such, he Peter now standing in the office of an abandoned bodega. He’d stolen borrowed the speaker system of a nearby unattended police car, including the amplification speaker that had been atop the car’s roof. He then connected it to his newly purchased burner cellphone and prepared the sound file.

Once Peter ensured everything was in place and had triple-checked his calculations, he pressed play on the temporary phone’s screen. The phone dropped from his hand as the obnoxious noise screeched out of the police car speakers. As the sound began to echo in the small space, the vibration in Peter’s head increased exponentially.

Peter screamed in pain as the painfully loud sound continued to play. It was so torturous that he briefly debated if it was worth it. However, soon the sound waves reached the foreign venomous substance inside his mind, the creature yelling for Peter to turn it off.

“Get out of my mind, out of me!” Peter ordered, both mentally and verbally. He balled his fists at his sides as he tried to hold out against the painful solution he’d formed. “Leave me be and I’ll shut it off”.

Peter’s knees buckled and legs gave out, sending him to the ground. He felt a bizarre sensation shake his body as his palms braced his head to prevent it from hitting the floor. He watched silently as a wave of black seemed to almost drop off of him. As soon as he saw the venomous blob hit the floor, he reached over and disconnected the speaker with a hard tug. Having regained his own consciousness, Peter tugged the small cylindrical container from his pocket and slammed it over the black glob.

Peter slid the small torn piece of paper he’d packed against the ground. The paper went under the venomous creature, allowing him to keep it in the container as he flipped it right-side up. He quickly placed the lid over the paper and slid the paper out until the glob dropped into the container. He sighed in relief upon sealing the lid on the clear jar. He was finally free.

Peter’s feet rapidly tapped against the doormat in front of y/n’s door as he anxiously waited to see if she’d answer. He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. The night he’d separated from the venomous creature, he was able to recall what had gone down between them in the previously fuzzy last couple of weeks. While he knew he hadn’t been in control during that time, Peter still truly despised everything he’d done to her, put her through, and overall how horribly he’d treated her. Not to mention, it had been at least a week since y/n broke up with him.

Peter had waited a few days after having successfully separated himself from the creature before he’d ventured over here. He refused to risk y/n’s safety by so much as running into her until he knew for certain he was free of the venom. He’d been so worried that he had hardly slept, staying awake to test his mind. He’d gone on one patrol since then, last night, as his final test. Given everything had gone smoothly, his in-depth research into the substance (while keeping it securely trapped), and the undoubtable difference in his mind, he finally concluded it was safe to contact y/n.

“Peter?” Y/n asked, her surprised voice bringing Peter’s anxious mind back to the present moment. “What… what are you doing here?”

Peter’s heart hurt over even the implication of y/n having to ask such a question. He tried to keep his eyes from watering as he took a breath. “I… I’m so sorry,” he blurted out hurriedly. “I’m so, so, so, sorry, I-“.

Y/n swallowed thickly as she stared at the man in front of her. To say she was confused would be an understatement. He looked much more like the Peter she swore she knew. He was wearing his blue hoodie, his old and dirty white converse, and flowers her favorite flowers in his hand. Not to mention, the fact that he was here to talk, to apologize, was far more closely aligned with the man she knew instead of the guy she’d broken up with. His visibly distraught appearance was yet another indication that something had changed.

Y/n fought with herself as she tried to decide how to proceed. Peter had been rambling on and on with a seemingly infinite amount of apologies. And while she noticed the differences between him and the way he was when she ended things, she couldn’t ignore that he’d once acted the way he had.

“Peter,” y/n whispered, nearly crying. She shook her head as she took a shaky breath. “You… you were… I don’t even know!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “I…” she laughed humorlessly, “I don’t know if I even know who is standing before me”.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I-,” Peter began.

“I mean,” y/n interrupted. “You look like Peter, again,” she acknowledged, signaling to his body. “You sound like Peter, are acting like Peter… for now,” she mumbled. “But, when does that other person come back?”

Peter sniffled and wiped his face with his jacket sleeve. “He’s not, I swear. I can explain,” he pleaded, his breathing choppy.

“You can explain why you suddenly went from being the sweetest person in the world, the perfect boyfriend, to…” y/n shook her head as a mix of hurt and disgust took over her face. “To the kind of person who would do and say the things you dared say to me? To the person who stopped showing up for dates, stopped taking or even asking me on dates at all, started being possessive, who made inappropriate comments, started dressing differently, and just…”. She sighed loudly, “you acted so differently, Peter”.

Tears fell silently down Peter’s face as he let y/n ramble on about the way he’d treated her recently. He listened closely to her words, to her experiences, her pain. When she concluded her statement, Peter cleared his face. “I know,” he choked out. “And I have no doubt that you may never want to see me again, but I… I had to at least apologize.” His hands shook as he held the flowers out for y/n to take. “These… they’re for you. They don’t nearly make up for what I did and said,” he said as he shook his head, “nothing will”. “But I want you to have them, I know-,” Peter’s voice cracked, “I know that y/f/f make you smile”. He sniffled and hung his head as y/n wordlessly accepted the flowers. “If… I know it’ll take time, but if you’re ever up for h-hearing my explanation, you know where to find me,” he offered.

Y/n watched Peter in silence as she reviewed everything she knew about him, prior to and during the last few weeks. She’d always had this feeling that the person she had been dealing with lately wasn’t the same person she knew. While it was likely her evidently naive optimism, she had to know. Perhaps that too was her childish hopelessness, searching for an explanation that would make her not feel crazy. She stepped out of her doorway and seized control of Peter’s left wrist as he was headed back to his apartment.

Y/n watched as Peter froze and turned to her. The hopeful look in his eyes was still surrounded by his distraught state and drowning under his tears, but she saw it nonetheless. “I’ll hear you out,” she agreed.

“I’m still so sor-“ Peter mumbled into y/n’s hair as she rested on his chest.

Y/n leaned away from Peter and scolded him with her eyes. “I told you that you don’t need to be,” she whispered, stroking his cheek. “You had no control over the situation, and you didn’t know,” she reminded him.

Peter gave y/n an appreciative smile as his fingers reached out to tuck some hair behind her ear. “I know,” he sighed. “But you didn’t deserve to be treated that way,” he stated firmly.

Y/n bashfully looked away briefly before gazing back down at Peter. She smiled and lowered herself to his chest yet again. It felt so good to be back in his arms. To have Peter back. The real Peter, not the one controlled by the monstrous glob moving around in the clear container on his shelf across the room from them. “You’re right,” she agreed as she nuzzled into his sternum. “But you didn’t treat me like that, Peter”.

Y/n laughed and smiled gleefully at her boyfriend as he cleared the icecream from his nose. “You’re so cute, Petey,” she gushed, leaning forward and giving him a small kiss when he lowered the napkin from his face.

Peter blushed in response. “Not as cute as you are,” he argued softly as he gently pulled y/n’s face back to him. He smiled into their kiss, holding her tightly in his arms. “Now, you were saying?” Peter asked when they pulled back.

Y/n raised her eyebrows in confusion until she recalled that she’d been talking to Peter about something before she noticed the tiny dot of ice-cream on the tip of his nose. She smiled at him having been listening so closely that he realized she never finished her rambling. “Oh, right,” she giggled bashfully as Peter lovingly smirked at her. “I was just saying how I haven’t seen Eddie in awhile”.

Peter hummed and nodded his head as he took another lick of his ice-cream come. “Not even in class?” He wondered. He had of course noticed the way y/n’s friend hadn’t tried to force himself in on the dates they’d had since the night he apologized. He just hadn’t thought much of it. However, the fact that y/n was concerned made Peter want to get to the bottom of it.

Y/n shook her head in response to Peter’s question. “I just,” she shrugged, “I hope he’s okay”.

Peter nodded. “When was the last time you saw him?” He inquired, squeezing y/n’s free hand supportively.

“Umm, three weeks ago, maybe,” y/n said as she tried to recall the answer. It had been after she and Peter talked things over, but not immediately after. Three weeks sounded approximately right. “I tried to text him to check in and see if he was sick, but nothing,” she explained, shrugging again.

Peter pondered the situation. “I wish I knew, sweetheart,” he sighed. “I haven’t seen or heard from him either”. Not that he would given how things had always been between him and Eddie. But Peter still wasn’t going to trouble y/n with that.

Peter groaned loudly as his back slammed into the cement pillar outside of the local courthouse. Despite the pain radiating through his body, he forced himself to stand and prepare himself yet again for the villain to attack him. He’d been on patrol for less than an hour when he was suddenly knocked off his feet. Upon searching for the cause, he found what was a large black creature with sharp teeth and angular eyes. It took him seeing the villain tauntingly show that the black substance it was made of was simply covering someone’s body for Peter to realize what this was. This villain seemed to be the venomous blob that had now taken over someone else this time. It didn’t take long for a fight to break out, but Peter wasn’t really sure why.

Peter hadn’t even had time to question how this person came in contact with the substance nor worry that there might be more than the specimen he had trapped at his apartment. Instead, he’d been exchanging strikes with the creature in its new human form from the second it had seen him. It didn’t make sense for a new variation of the substance to randomly choose him to attack. So, surely this person had somehow been infected by the glob Peter thought he still had securely trapped in a jar at his place. Yet, he still couldn’t figure out why it was mad at him at all given it had clearly found a sufficient new host.

Peter shoved the creature back, recoiling slightly when its large and slimy tongue stuck out as it hissed at him. Disgusting. “Look, um… thing that was once in my head..,” Peter began, uncertain how to address the creature. “Let’s talk about thi-“.

“The name is Venom,” the creature barked. “Yes, I know, I know you irritating little… Yes, I’ll tell him,” it mumbled, shaking its head. “Well, I’m Venom,” he corrected, “the body, err my friend here, wants you to know he has his own name”.

Peter nodded slowly. His hands were held up in surrender as he tried to reason with the creature. “Okay, Venom,” he greeted, “and uhh… what did you say your friend’s name was?”

“This,” the creature hissed, its long tongue vibrating in the air. “Is Eddie,” he concluded with a wicked grin. “He says you two already know each other,” Venom added.

Peter’s eyes widened dramatically in response. Eddie? As in y/n’s friend Eddie? How on earth was he supposed to break this news to her? “Listen, I’m sure we can find you a host that is more interested in whatever it is you’re looking for,” he proposed.

“Always the agreeable mediator, huh Peter?” The creature spoke. Except, this time, it was Eddie’s voice that came out of the crooked mouth. “Maybe that’s why,” he grumbled.

“W-why what?” Peter asked. He didn’t bother asking how Eddie knew it was him under the Spider-Man suit. He remembered all too well how the -what he learned was a- symbiote had been able to communicate telepathically with its host. And given this symbiote had once held control over Peter and his mind, it made complete sense how Eddie now knew. So he instead focused on trying to get to the bottom of what it was that motivated y/n’s friend to seemingly be on board with this creature attacking him.

“Why she chose you,” Eddie’s voice hissed as the symbiote leaned against the pillar in annoyance. “I had to know why,” Eddie elaborated, “so I went to your apartment”. “All I could find at first was childish toys, or sorry, Star Wars collectibles,” he taunted, clearly not knowing y/n had been the one to give him them. “It made no sense. Then I found the jar, and it was just like, I knew. I knew this thing meant change. Surely this unknown thing would be the reason she chose you.”

Peter didn’t know where to begin. “You.. broke into…. She? As in…. Why would you…. That’s my apart-…. Y/n?” He rambled incoherently.

Eddie groaned. “See, this is what I’m talking about,” he complained. “Oh, I know,” the creature stated, Venom’s voice coming through this time. “I lived inside him for awhile, remember?” Venom whined.

“W-why are you doing this? Eddie, y/n is worried about you, she cares about you. Please, let me help-,” Peter pleaded.

“As a friend!” Eddie shouted, “She cares about me as a friend!” “But you, you pathetic high school dropout, she likes you, she loves you,” he hissed, the creature pushing itself upright. “Alright, enough of this pity party,” Venom spoke. He took advantage of Peter’s visible confusion at the change in tone and lunged at him.

Peter panted as he rushed into the diner. He felt everyone’s eyes turn to stare at him. But he didn’t care, all he cared about was finding her; y/n. He knew they were all staring over the fact that he had burst through the doors, his hair a mess, undoubtedly covered in scrapes and what would soon be a mess of bruises, an evident limp, and no shoes. He had spent just enough time to throw on his wrinkled sweatshirt and jeans haphazardly to cover his suit, his mask currently crammed into his jacket pocket.

During the fight with Venom/Eddie, the creature, in Venom’s voice, taunted Peter by saying he was far too easy to beat senseless now. But that wasn’t what had Peter racing across town to the diner y/n worked at. No, that was Venom commenting that he should change tactics and attack Peter where it would truly hurt. His immediate worries over Venom’s meaning were confirmed when he added, “you were right about being too weak to protect her”, referencing the only thought Peter remembered having while the symbiote had control.

“Y/n,” Peter breathed out, his frantic eyes meeting those of one of her close coworkers. “Is she here? I need to tell her something,” he practically begged as his eyes yet again searched the diner for his girlfriend.

Y/n’s coworker seemed to debate whether or not she should answer. However, when she looked into Peter’s eyes more closely and saw the fear in his watery eyes, she decided. “Jake offered to cover her last three hours so she could study,” she informed him. “She left about an hour ago”.

Peter felt his heart drop to his stomach. She wasn’t here. She’d left. An hour ago. Meaning, she had been gone long enough to make it back to her apartment. On the other side of town from where Peter was. The opposite direction Peter had gone in hopes of reaching her before Venom did. Meaning his mistake gave the creature more than enough time to get to her. These and a million other self-deprecating thoughts filled Peter’s mind as he dashed out of the diner and to the alley. Once he knew no one was around, he climbed up the fire escape and onto the roof. He quickly discarded his outerwear, exposing his Spider-Man suit once again. After impatiently tugging his mask on, he shot his webs to the nearest building as he hurled himself towards y/n’s apartment.

Peter nearly dropped to the ground from the top of an eight story building as he ungracefully tried to multitask as he swung rapidly through the air. His fingers were more focused on his desperate attempts to call and text y/n to warn her. At this point, he’d left countless worried messages through both means, but still hadn’t heard from her.

Y/n yawned as she closed her textbook. She rose from her bed and grabbed her phone from her purse. She ought to text Peter and let him know she had gotten off early and that he wouldn’t need to walk her home tonight. But also that he could still swing by after patrol.

As y/n pulled out her phone, she realized she’d left the device on do not disturb after work. Upon adjusting the settings, she noticed she’d missed several calls and texts from Peter. It wasn’t unusual for him to check in on her while he was out on patrol. And given she hadn’t noticed those attempts until now, he was likely a bit worried at her lack of response tonight. Perhaps she should call him instead of texting him. However, just as she went to open the notifications so she could see what the messages were, there was a knock on her door.

Y/n’s phone vibrated in her pocket as she walked to her door. Surely Peter again. In fact, it was probably him outside her door at this hour. She looked through the small circular viewfinder, expecting to see her frantically concerned boyfriend. Only, her eyes found Eddie instead.

Y/n frowned at how troubled Eddie looked even through the tiny window. She made a mental note to call or text Peter as soon as she had invited Eddie inside to let him know she was safe and that she’d finally heard from Eddie.

However, that plan was quickly forgotten when Eddie practically pushed his way into her apartment. Y/n cautiously followed after him, and signaled that he could sit down on the couch. “Are you okay? You seem… off,” she spoke softly.

“I’m more than okay,” Eddie commented with a grin. He carelessly kicked his feet up on y/n’s coffee table; unbothered by the fact he knocked over her cup.

Y/n squinted in annoyance and concern as she rushed over to clean up the spilled drink. Luckily it had just been water, but still. Why was Eddie acting like this? He’d never been the outright nicest person ever, but this blunt disregard seemed off. “Are you sure? I haven’t seen you in awhile,” she explained as she tossed the wet paper towels away.

“Awe, it’s cute that you were worried about me doll,” Eddie grinned. “But truly, I’m more than okay”. His lips curled into a smirk. “Especially now that I’m here with you babe,” he winked.

Peter’s covered feet slid across the dirty floor as he tried to halt his accelerated approach as to not overshoot y/n’s door. His hands gripped the trim around the door frame as he reached her apartment. His stomach dropped at the sight of her door being open. “Y/n?” He called out as he rushed inside her apartment.

Peter’s fingers raced across his screen as he tried to call y/n’s phone yet again. He didn’t know what else to do or where to search for her. He was about to hang up and redial when the ringing stopped; someone having picked up his call. “Sweetheart?! Are you okay?!” Peter asked frantically.

“You make me sick,” Venom’s voice chided through the phone.

Peter gritted his teeth as his grip on the phone intensified. “Where is she?!” He shouted, dashing towards the hallway.

“With me, clearly Peter,” Venom chuckled. “I thought you were smart, use your brain a bit”.

“If you don’t tell me where y/n is right now-“ Peter growled.

Venom chuckled tauntingly again. “Of course I’ll tell you, wouldn’t want you to miss the party, now would we?” he hummed.

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royal1asset-if · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's, Author!! 💕💕

How would the ROs love to spend their Valentine's day with the MC?

Hahah this is so very late, sorry for some reason I just saw this ask just now, for some reason my inbox is being wonky.

So I apologize if I answered this just now :).

Luna: Pie tasting, yup she's a cold blooded killer alright but she got the most sweet tooth in the team and every time she saw sweets and delicacies she will stop to have a taste.

Especially pies so watch out for those if you want to continue walking because she can really enjoy and savor pie for a very long time.

So dinner comes and Luna by then here is very full due to her sampling every sweets available in town and she is feeling guilty because she felt that she was selfish.

So as penance she insisted that she will prepare and cooked a romantic dinner for the both of you.

Did you just sit and wait for dinner? Of course not, you went in there and help her and let's just say when the opportunity arises for you to be romantic, you seized it without hesitation.

Amelia: Well for her giving love is gonna be the most enjoyable time for her and even more if you stayed and help by her side.

Giving kids candies and flowers is what you can expect when she spend this romantic day and if your not still tired well it's your turn to be taken care of by her ;)

Tsk,tsk and what I mean by that is preparing you dinner of course but play your cards right and let's see if the both o you will have dinner in bed ;).

Serena: Valentine's day Hah to her this means war because when you gave her something she will try to surpassed that gift.

To her she is the champion of love and she will not let you beat her on this day of hers but if you managed to make her yield to your love giving and making skills then expect some boon from her.

Dinner? you sure you will be wanting dinner after your prize?

Or will you ignore the main course and dive in to the dessert 😉😉

Elrick: The both of you will be on the wild and presence of Mother Nature having picnic on the grassy fields, riding on horsebacks, playing hide and seek.

Him being the hunter and you the quarry, then when the day comes to an end well if your willing then you will be camping with him.

You can bring both of your dinners or if you want another romantic moment with him the both of you can hunt your dinner.

Conrad: This one is very complicated, it takes all your begging and puppy eyes to just take him out of his lab but when you succeed you can say that's very worth it.

Because every time your eye lands on something he will stop and ask the store owner how much and he will buy it for you.

To the point you have to look straight because by this point your carrying 2 bags of goods.

Of course he also treated you to dinner and let you pick what you want and even ask you if you want extras.

You even question Conrad to where he got the funds.

All he said that money and cost doesn't matter to him because when he sees you smile and happy then he will buy everything just to see you smile and he is willing to go bankrupt just to see you happy.

Dustin: Very chivalrous and a gentleman, always carrying your stuff for you.

A puddle? never fear Dustin is here to carry you across, a man mocks your honor and taste in clothing.

Dustin will not let it pass, he will slap the man with his glove(the most disrespectful bitch slap in the oldest times) and challenged him to the duel.

He won the duel and the man's mistress out of spite mocks you too, a bitch slap and then he shall challenge her too in the name of your honor and love.

Dinner? His manners is impeccable, offering a seat to you, passing what you need and standing up from his chair if you request something.

Ahh yes very chivalrous indeed, walking on the streets he will offer his arm for you to sling on, your feet hurts? the man will carry you to your destination.

Pickpocket? he will chase after the thief and after retrieving it he will kneel down to present it to you.

You want something but don't have the means to buy it? Speak no more he will purchase it on your behalf, you point at something he will ask you if you want it.

#royalasset #character asks #Love Is In The Air #Luna #Dustin #Amelia #Conrad #Elrick #Serena

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juice-plums · 1 year

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Chase Young x reader: Prisoner

(smutty!!!)

Being a prisoner was no fun Y/n Threw a tiny pebble at the wall She got into some trouble with a powerful ruler Chase Young he caught her stealing some sheng Gon Wu and now he holds her as his prisoner for now oh what’ll ever will he do with her

Chase walks towards her cell She immediately stands facing him He shared a cold glare if looks could kill her throat would be slit She gulps trying to get her composure

“I have seem to find a little mouse sticking her nose into things that aren’t hers What Shall I do with you,you sneaky thief Feed you to my lions,Or Leave you in the middle of a deserted island”

She starts to sweat the Threats we’re scary alright need to find a way to get out alive what if

“How about…I’ll give you my body and you let me go” Y/n finally said He cocked his eyebrow disgusted but with a hint of interest at her she bit her lip

“Trying to seduce me? you’re cute but I’ll never go to bed with a foolish human such as yourself,You’ll never meet my expectations and never get to taste my solid gold”

Solid gold? oh baby juice I get it now She giggles heating up well it was a shot maybe she needs to press further but foolish human? no way

“Fuck you’re so handsome has any girl told you that? I want to stare into those eyes while you fuck me” She seductively whispers Chase closes his eyes as he grips his elbow Y/n smirks deviously

“Look at those hands,…I would like them wrapped around my throat While I beg to cum for the fourth time building up my orgasm-“

“What Makes you think I’ll ever go to bed with you? do You really think dirty talk will get you out of here?”

She presses against the cold bars of steel holding her from Him oh Y/n meant every word too he was so hot all these times he caught her and held her prisoner She just hopes he realizes she means it

“Come here And Find out” She said Chase was taken back by her boldness he slowly walked towards her he himself pressed against the bar

“Now human what do you plan on doing?-“

She touches his chest plated in armor it was cold all the way down to his belt with the eye He huffs feeling her tug at it Y/n softly kisses his lips Chase Blinks and blushes a bright pink feeling her soft lips move He slowly kisses back and he wrestled for the dominate and won exploring her wet mouth She lowly moans as he stuffs her face with his tongue

He backs away seeing her flustered expression and chuckles

“Looks like I’m the one in charge as always” Chase unlocks and moves the bars seeing her body fully Y/n wasn’t gonna lie she was wet down there from his kiss alone He walks up to Y/n her breasts touching his chest

“Show me what you’re made of Human” Chase puts a hand on her head forcing her to get down on her knees she complies massaging his thighs

“You are not here to touch me,You are only to pleasure me touch only my cock” He instructed She kisses them lump in his pants pulling them down along with his underwear his Penis springs up hitting her nose Chase winces as he felt her hands Y/n was ridden with lust a bead of pre cum leaks she quickly slurps not wanting to waste his ‘solid Gold’ Chase groans putting his hand on his mouth

She slurps him all the way down her throat she gags at his length it basically stuffed her throat Y/n starts to bob her head feeling her pussy make a mess of her panties Chase snarls throwing his head back and grips her hair in his fist head pushing Y/n lets him

“If I had known you’re throat was this tight ‘arghh!’ I’d fuck it all the time you cock whore” He insulted she hums she loved how he insults her it made her feel some type of way Teases her clit over her leggings as she gave him the best head stuffing her mouth and cheeks as he force bobs her head Y/n

Chase snarls gritting his teeth and thrusts into her mouth he laughs as she holds onto his legs

“fuck-FUCK!” He yells holding her head down and cums in her mouth filling her cheeks leaking out Chase pants pushing her head off his cock his semen getting on her face she groans happily

“You’ve done well little mouse….Now let’s see you take this” Chase harshly turns you around bending you over ripping off your leggings She yelps feeling chase put his gloved fingers on her clit Chase licks his lips

“My you are wet All that from sucking my monster cock” He taunts playing with her clear substance with his fingers He licks it off

“Please Chase sir…..”

“Please what?”

“Please Fuck me with your monster cock until it’s all I ever want”

Chase smirks placing his penis at her moist hole and slips it in She throws her head back as chase pulls her arms back thrusting into her without hesitation She screams as he broke her Virgin pussy blood dripping onto his cock He gruffs ignoring her pleas for him to stop

“C-Chase stop!” She begs trying to get loose from his grip on her arms Chase harshly spanks her ass Making her cry out hot tears falling down her face Chase laughs out loud menacingly ramming her hole kissing her cervix

Something changed in Y/n She began to like it and calm down her screams in pain into gasps of moaning she arches her back for Chase lovingly looking at him

“Chase!~ Oh Shit!~ Chase you’re gonna make me cream all over~ Break me Make me a slave of your cock!!~ Let me worship you!!” She screams Chase blushes? and his heart pounds out of his chest as he slowly grinds she whines

“No-No please don’t stop I’ll go crazy if you stop I want to be addicted to this fat cock” She drools Chase picks up the speed again slapping sounds filled the prison cell liquid falling on the ground Chive Grins

“Remember when you said your fantasy about me?” She gasps he better not Chase pulls out his Penis in between her Booty Y/n felt her climax go awayShe began to groan

“Beg for me to fuck you again”

“Please -Please Chase I want you fuck me,Fill me up” Her eyes welling up with tears He doesn’t move

“Chase,Chase please~ Make me your personal fuck toy,Make me full of your solid gold that it’s leaking out of me”

Chase Slips right inside her again Ramming her cervix She felt her orgasm building up again she yells out in ecstasy knowing her legs and stomach are gonna be sore tomorrow

“Fuck Chase I-I gonna-“ Chase grabs her throat pumping a few final thrusts before cumming inside of her She moans squirting making a big mess Y/n feels Chase’s seed flow inside her filling up her tummy She gives pants in relief

Chase pulls out Satisfied letting her go and putting on his pants She lays on the ground feeling his semen leak out

“I think I’m gonna keep you awhile so get comfortable with feeling satisfied”

She hums approvingly Chase smacks his teeth Should not have played with the big dogs well it was worth it

#xiaolin showdown #Chase Young x reader #chase young #smut

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lover-of-skellies · 2 years

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Little Thief

The finished blurb I wrote last night, showcasing Cosette harassing Monty and (once again) aggravating Moon

If the names I just used weren't an obvious enough indicator, this is not an Undertale related fic. This is actually more of a Security Breach related thing ^^" like I said with the wip, I would've posted this elsewhere, but I don't really have anywhere else to put it, soooo

Cosette knew what she was doing. She'd been well aware ever since her first moments of life. Her magenta eyes locked onto the large animatronic alligator, and she watched him as he lumbered down an empty hall of the plex. She wasn't sure what exactly he was doing, but whatever it was, it was boring.

So excruciatingly boring.

He needed to learn how to have fun, and she would take it upon herself to show him how. Every time she did this, it always ended the same. Maybe this time would be different, though. Maybe, just maybe, he'd laugh with her instead of getting angry. As she withdrew the small rubber ball from her pocket, she realized she was probably wrong, but as far as she was concerned, there was no backing out now. She pulled her arm back, took aim, and then snapped it forward again, hurling the ball at Monty as hard as her small body would allow. There was a 'thunk' as it connected with the back of his head, and he immediately snarled and whirled around, "Hey, brat! You wanna tell me what that was about?"

The mime clasped her hands behind her back and smiled sweetly up at him, shaking her head. Even as he turned to fully face her, she remained where she stood, a pleasant smile still on her face. The alligator leaned down a little, looming over her menacingly as he growled, "Whatever you're up to, stop it. 'M not in the mood. You got that, runt?" Cosette nodded, raising one hand to make the "A-OK" sign at him. Seeming satisfied with her response, he huffed, and then turned to begin walking away again. Here it was. Here was the moment she had been waiting for. Monty had managed to get several feet away from her before there was the clang of metal on metal, followed by a snap and a twinge of pain. He hissed, whirling around again to see what the mime had done, but she was nowhere to be seen. He was momentarily taken aback, but then the realization dawned on him. Her tiny hands gripped his shoulder pads, and as he suddenly jerked, she briefly lost her grip, scrabbling for purchase on the smooth metal of his back. He twisted his arms around in an attempt to grab her, and she giggled, fighting the urge to agitate him even further.

The internal battle lasted only a brief moment before her mischievous nature won and she scaled Monty's back again. He barely had any time to register what she was up to, before she'd already plucked the sunglasses from his face. Feeling them be swiped right off of his face so casually, he barked, "HEY." The mime giggled hysterically, releasing her hold on him in favor of taking off down the hallway as fast as possible, all while slipping his sunglasses into her pocket. Heavy, fast footsteps could be heard behind her, indicating that he'd given chase. Good. It was about time someone decided to play with her.

She ducked around a corner and did a quick front flip over a small pile of discarded packaging that a staff member had left behind earlier that day. Monty continued to chase her, and she laughed the entire time, throwing herself under the bottom shelf of an empty unit that sat in the middle of the hall, likely to block off the path. She continued running, and the crash of the shelving unit being bulldozed out of the way behind her made her all but shriek in delight. To anyone else, this would be terrifying. To Cosette though, it was the most fun she'd had all week so far.

The smaller animatronic led Monty back out to the front lobby of the building, making a beeline for the daycare. Even through the noise of the chase and her own laughter, she could feel the daycare attendant's nearby presence. Thanks to some special programming she was built with that had also later been implemented in Sun (and therefore Moon, as well), she was always able to find the pair, and vice versa, regardless of how far apart they were. As long as they were both in the building, they'd always find their way back to each other.

Cosette circled the Freddy statue a few times, occasionally peering back at Monty. As the signal that Moon gave off grew stronger, she stopped running all together. Lifting both arms into the air, she turned to the alligator and blew a wet raspberry in his direction. She then giggled again as he lunged for her, missing her by a mile as her arms were gripped by the former naptime attendant and she was lifted off the ground. Monty could be heard roaring in anger at the loss of his beloved sunglasses, but neither of the daycare animatronics paid him much mind.

Moon made quick work of flying both of them back into the daycare, dumping the mime unceremoniously on Sun's balcony and watching unimpressed as she plopped on the ground and did a tiny somersault, dramatically raising her hands in the air and wiggling her fingers. Moon's face plate gave one full rotation, clicking into place before he grated out, "What did you do?" Cosette tilted her head, feigning innocence, and he grumbled, leaning over her and reaching out to poke the center of her chest roughly with a single finger, "Don't play dumb with me. You know what you did." The mime cocked her head to the side again, staring at him blankly for a few seconds before reaching out to begin swatting at the bell that dangled from the point of his night cap.

The former naptime attendant growled lowly, one hand catching hers to prevent her from swatting at his bell. Her glowing magenta eyes met his crimson ones, and without even the smallest bit of hesitation, she stuck her tongue out at him in playful defiance, avoiding the question. Moon let out a deep sigh, reaching around her to grip the back of her shirt. As she was lifted again, she scrunched up her shoulders, looking at him with wide, deceptively sweet-looking eyes. He leaned closer again, very much in her personal space, as he tried again, "Why was the alligator chasing you this time?" Cosette shrugged her shoulders, reaching out to lightly boop Moon's nose. He stared at her in disbelief before he growled, "Don't make me punish you again, brat. Sun hates it when you look afraid."

The mime simply blinked at him, raising her hands to sign, "What was I afraid of? It couldn't have been you." Moon glared at her, stepping closer to the edge of the balcony and holding her out over the ball pit, "Answers, or I'll drop you. What did you do to Monty this time?" Cosette glanced from the ball pit to Moon, taking in the seriousness of his tone and signing, "I threw a ball at him. Bounced it off of his stupid head." Moon tilted his head expectantly, "And then?" She smiled sheepishly, "Might've bit him. Broke a piece off of his tail." This caused the taller bot to pull his head back a little, surprised. Fishing into one of her pockets, she withdrew a tiny piece of metal; a green spike that had broken off of Monty's tail.

Moon inspected the item for a moment, debating something, before he sighed, "What else did you do? That couldn't have been it." The tiny mime didn't hesitate to answer this time, signing again, "Took his glasses." Once again, Moon regarded her with disbelief. She reached into another one of her pockets, withdrawing the stolen sunglasses and offering them to Moon. He accepted them with his free hand, looking them over before sighing, "...You need to give them back, Cosette." The mime made a face at him, and he decided to give her an explanation, "Stealing isn't nice. We don't steal from our friends." Cosette deadpanned and signed, "But you steal the cleaning person's keys all the time. I've even seen you take their phone." Moon stared at her, and she stared back, crossing her arms over her chest. She was right, and he knew it. There was no denying that at all.

Moon physically couldn't develop headaches. That was a human thing, not an animatronic thing. But with the way his circuits were firing off, he was sure he was experiencing the closest thing he could possibly get to a headache. She watched him, waiting for him to speak again. When he did, it was softer than expected, "Take the sunglasses back to him. You don't have to say anything. Just knock on his door and leave them on the floor outside. Either you take them back tonight, or I have Sun talk to you about this." Cosette's eyes widened a little, and she frowned, immediately nodding in silent agreement. Moon offered her the sunglasses, and she accepted them, slipping them on and giving him two thumbs up. He snorted and shook his head, "Take those off. You look stupid in them." The mime stuck her tongue out, "You're just jealous, Moony. It's ok, I forgive you."

The taller animatronic narrowed his eyes, "....And just WHAT is that supposed to mean, hmm?" Cosette grinned shamelessly, "It means you're jealous that I can wear them and you can't." Moon stared at her, "Care to explain that any further, brat?" Cosette giggled, "They wouldn't fit on you. Your head's too fat." He gawked at her, momentarily surprised at the fact that she'd actually said such a thing. At his surprise, the little mime giggled, and he growled, releasing his hold on her. Instead of falling as he'd expected, she pivoted her body, her hands catching his wrist and her lower half swinging up, legs looping around his arm. He made a face at her and lightly shook his arm, and in response, the mime offered him a positively devious grin. Making sure he was watching, she opened her mouth, and then sank her sharp teeth into his arm as hard as she could. Moon let out a sound in surprise, unable to feel pain, and as he shook his arm harder, Cosette began to laugh again.

If this is how the night was going to go, it would be one of the longest nights he'd ever had to endure. Sun could be annoying sometimes too, but Moon couldn't recall ever being bitten by his counterpart. Or by ANYONE, really. This was a first, and he wasn't sure that he liked it.

#writing #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf monty #monty gator #montgomery gator #sun and moon #fnaf sun and moon #moon #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon #moondrop #daycare attendant #security breach daycare attendant #cosette.exe

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𝕮𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 ~~ 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖎 𝖇𝖊𝖔𝖒𝖌𝖞𝖚

♫ Opening Sequence by Tomorrow x Together

tw, cheating mentions, fire, blood, cursing genre: angst, cheating/breakup au (reader cheats)

a/n: my first attempt at angst! i’ve had this in my back pocket for a while ever since the song came out haha... and then i went to their concert and this vcr played?? i was like, shitttt smoking rose beomgyu during txt’s breakup era? anyways enjoy </3

"WHY?! HOW COULD YOU?!" Beongyu screamed, falling to his knees at the sight of you in another man's arms. The rose bouquet fell from his hand, a stray thorn slashing his palm.

♫ After breaking up, a screen flows in opposite directions From the scene where you and I ended, the movie begins The buildup of a goodbye follows you Opening sequence that rewinds the event Ah this familiar pain

"Gyu, I-" You scrambled away from your coworker, chuckling nervously. Away from the same man you had told Beomgyu he didn't need to worry about.

Getting up, Beomgyu's gaze sliced into you, piercing your heart. If looks could kill, you would’ve been burned to ashes the moment he stepped into the house.

"Get out of my house. Both of you."

You couldn't help but snort.

"Just calm down-"

"I said... GET OUT!" Beomgyu yelled again, no trace of the happy-go-lucky, mischievious cutie you were used to. His face had gone stone-cold, fingernails digging into his bleeding palms.

“Fine! Whatever, we’re done...”

Scoffing, you grabbed your stunned coworker's hand and stormed out of the house, eager to escape the wrath that was now Choi Beomgyu. It had been a mistake. You knew it. You had just wanted him to pay attention to you. But now, he was nothing more than another memory of your eccentric 20's.

♫ I see you in my memory Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me Take one more chance on me, chance on me, chance on me I'm bleeding painfully, painfully, painfully You in the faded film, your gaze that erased me

Beomgyu shook his head, trying to get rid of the image of you curled up against another man on HIS couch in HIS living room, in front of HIS TV. You, laughing at another man’s jokes. You, leaning into another man’s touch. You, stabbing him in the back in front of the photo from your first date on the fireplace.

♫ Stay for me, stay for me, stay for me I can't get used to it, used to it, used to it It repeats cruelly, I can't stand it I cry, ooh, yeah

Slamming the door shut behind him, Beomgyu took one look at the roses he had bought for you and chucked them into the fireplace, a maniacal grin on his face as he broke into a fit of disbelieving laughter.

After everything you had been through together? Had you forgotten all those sweet moments you had spent together? Those times you had leaned on each other for comfort? Where had he gone wrong? Why hadn't you said anything? What happened to that promise you made? That “no matter what tomorrow may bring, we’ll always have each other?” What a load of bullshit that was now.

♫ Why'd you laugh? I can see you smiling The calendar that walks backwards, drives me more crazy

"Excuse me you're sitting in my seat."

You looked up from your notes at the tall man standing in front of you, a disbelieving look on your face. You had slept for all of twenty minutes all night and had zero patience to deal with this kind of pettiness this early in the morning.

"Since when did college classes have assigned seats? Shut up and sit down, Professor Kim is here.”

♫ Countless memories fade and dissolve Someone stop this opening sequence, no It's running through my head

"YAH! GIVE ME MY TICKETS BACK! YOU THIEF!!”

You cackled as you ran around the arcade, a fistful of Beomgyu's hard-won tickets in hand as he chased after you at full speed, not caring if he nearly obliterated herds of toddlers in his path as he screamed your name at the top of his lungs across the arcade.

"10,000 WON TO ANYONE WHO CATCHES HER!"

♫ Now I realize So much foreshadowing in the shadows You and I promised the end of the world That's so cliche

"Yah, who was that? Why was he being so friendly with you?"

"Relax Gyu~, he's just the coworker who sits across from me. We were in the same class althroughout highschool. I promise he's nothing more than a friend, ok?" You reassured, laughing as you pinched his jealousy-filled cheeks.

♫ I can see you in my memory Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me Take one more chance on me, (Chance on me) chance on me, chance on me I'm bleeding painfully, painfully, painfully You in the faded film, your gaze that erased me

"Beomgyu, what are you doing," you laughed, watching your crazy boyfriend dance around like a madman in the rain.

"Come on, it's fun!" He giggled, pulling you against him.

"We're going to get sick!" You squealed, trying not to slip as he twirled you around in your muddy backyard.

"Then you get to take care of me! YAYYYYY!" He cheered, splashing mud and water everywhere.

"I always take care of you!" You laughed, twirling after him as you danced in the rain to the sound of the latest music show blasting on the TV inside.

♫ Stay for me, stay for me, stay for me I can't get used to it, used to it, used to it It repeats cruelly, I can't stand it I cry, ooh, yeah

"OH MY GOD CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

When you awakened, you found yourself in a hospital bed with a teary Choi Beomgyu by your side. His eyes had sunken in, making him look like a panda, and he seemed as if he'd aged by 30 years.

"Gyu? What happened? Why am I in the hospital?"

Beomgyu said nothing, only gathering up your fragile body in his arms and held you tightly.

"I almost lost you... I should've picked you up from your meeting! Then you wouldn't have gotten hurt-"

You cut off with a swift peck on the lips.

"I'm ok now, see? Stop worrying!"

He only pouted and held you tighter. He tried to laugh it off, but you could feel the droplets wetting your clothes and decided against saying anything.

"You know I would worry for you until I go bald right? You're so stupid..."

♫ There's nothing I can do Blame on me, blame on me, blame on me You and my tragedy, tragedy, tragedy It's full of sadness, sadness, sadness This scene that locked me up The sequence that's like forever

Beomgyu pulled on his hair in frustration as the memories continued to rewind in his mind like his own personal version of hell. They seemed endless, weaving with each other to make a movie that taunted him with every clip. Yet the ending was still the same. You had found someone else. You were gone.

But everything reminded him of you. Everything he owned. Every precious gift you had gotten him. Every piece of his clothing you had borrowed. Every seemingly random trinket that you had brought back for him from your business trips. Every drawing stuck around the house.

♫ Stay for me, stay for me, stay for me I can't get used to it, used to it, used to it It repeats cruelly, I can't stand it

Exhausted, Beomgyu lay on the floor, hugging the plushie you had gotten him for his 22nd birthday as he watched his favorite photo of you two eating cotton candy burn to ashes. Blinking, he slowly dozed off into a numbing sleep, feeling nothing save for the last of his tears running down his face and the thorns stabbed into his heart.

"How could an angel be so cruel...?"

♫ I cry, ooh, yeah

#txt #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #taehyun #kai #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #huening kai #tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt angst #7/14/2022

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- Carnival Date -

Head up there’s mild swearing , romantic themes and whatnot. Watch yourself I ain’t your babysitter.

Also this isn’t proofread lmao I’m writing this at 2 am I need sleep.

Randy held his hands in the pockets of his uniform. The last few weeks had been wild to say the least. Dumped off at some stuffy boarding academy by his parents Randy was fresh meat int the town of Bullworth. Especially within the academy. He was quick to learn the useless hierarchy within this dump. First came jocks, then greasers, preppies, your bullies, and the lowest of the low nerds. He’d already made a drastic social climb, albeit with a few downsides. One of which was a not so unexpected betrayal by some scar faced maniac. That led to him fighting the off brand hulk, Russel Northrop, in The Hole. It admittedly hurt at first, but nobody was gonna chew him up and hack him out like that. Not without the consequences.

One of his newest accomplishments was his takeover of the preps. Shallow inbred pretty boys with too much money and a bought future. This had its perks, he’d won himself a beach house, scored some nice clothes, and a pretty little piece of arm candy. Jefferey Alexander Woods.

“WARREN!” A shrill, angered voice cried. Speak of the devil.

Randy halted, turning to see the small prep running to him in distress. He could tell that something ruffled the blonde up, as his brows were knitted and his eyes wild.

“Hey hon.” He smirked.

“Warren! That- that greaseball over there just stole my bike!” He cried in a faux trans Atlantic accent.

“And what do you want me to do?” Randy asked, causing the blonde to grit his teeth in irritation.

“Go get it!? What else?” Jeff snapped, face turning red.

“What’s in it for me?” He inquired, tilting his head up defiantly.

“I’ll take you out to the carnival tonight. Now go get it goddamn you!” The boy screeched.

“Alright princess, don’t lose your crown I got you.” Randy chuckled, grabbing his skateboard and pushing off to chase after the bike thief.

Once brawl later, Randy managed to take back the overpriced bike. The ginger slowly walked it down the side walk with his skateboard in one hand. He glanced around, in search for his little boy toy.

His eyes came up to the Aquaberry store, where he found the blonde not-so-patiently waiting for him.

“Took you long enough Warren.” Jeff growled, grabbing his bike handle.

“You know a thank you and some flowers would be appreciated.” Randy replied.

“Nice try pauper, I said I’d take you on a date, not pay for it.” He sneered.

“Seriously? Wow, how chivalrous of you babe.” Randy scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Be grateful I even want to be seen with you. If my daddy saw this I’d be beaten.” Jeff grumbled.

“What was that last part?” The ginger asked, raising a brow.”

“None of your business, now come on Warren I don’t have all day.” The blonde said, getting on his bike and pedaling off.

“Hey! Wait!” Randy called out, dropping his skateboard and chasing after his so-called boyfriend.

They rode together through the vale, escalating in speed at the hill drop and curve of the underpass that led to the carnival. Randy hopping off at a rough stop, waiting for his date to chain down his bike so that they could pay their entry.

Jeff stood beside Randy, grabbing his arm softly as he followed him up to the teller, who took Randy’s money in exchange for some chewy uncomfortable wristbands. The couple walking through the gates and into the lively, buzzing atmospheres. The ginger could feel the blonde cling tighter to his arm, a confident smirk pulling at his lips.

A few games caught Randy’s attention, the redhead having a go at most of them, earning a few tickets. Jeff staying on the side and encouraging him. Always batting his lashes and clinging to the other when he could. At the current moment that was just what the prep was doing, clutching Randy’s arm like a shy kid.

“I’ve always wanted to go out with someone like you.” The blonde told him.

“What is it about poverty that gives you rich kids boners?” The gingerlaughed.

“Randall! Don’t be so vulgar!” Jeff scolded, a blush coming to his cheeks.

“What? Too scared to say you like boys from the rough neighborhoods?” He teased.

“Stop it! You’re embarrassing me!” The prep whined, shielding his red face.

“Relax babe, just messing with ya.” Randy chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled the boy into his side.

The pair roamed through the carnival, the afternoon turning to evening, then to night. Now Jeff lugged a cheap Care- prize in his arms, won by Randy of course. He really was having a great time with the so-called pauper. Hell now he’d forgotten the way Randy absolutely kicked his ass in the dishonorable fight led by Derby. Although the bruises still showed on his tanned skin. The playful banter and teddy bears made up for it, after all Randy did get him his bike back. Even with the Ginger’s vulgar and violent nature, Jeff still found ways to dawn over him like a middle school girl. He actually didn’t want this date to end, although the carnival would close, and they had their curfew.

He admired how Randy carried himself, high headed and chest puffed out. They way his thick brows dove into the bridge of his strong Roman nose when challenged. Jeff simply couldn’t get enough of rp the raw muscle he felt as he held Randy’s arm. He had great style, even if he was from a less fortunate, dare he say trashy, household. The popped collar and rolled sleeves paired with the school vest and slacks sold his troublemaker look, and boy did Jeff love trouble. Jeff thought of trying the style himself, but felt discouraged as he did not like the way the school vest hid his built figure. He was not one to sport pauper style, but was very much a fan of others who did.

Jeff had been so lost in his admiration he hadn’t noticed Randy attempting to get his attention.

“Babe, babe! Come on, it’s close to curfew.” Randy nudged.

“Oh- oh sorry. Staring off.” The blonde jumped, his faux accent almost slipping into his natural southern one.

“You’re good, just stare at me when we have time.” The ginger smirked.

“I was not staring!” Jeff defended.

“Ah, you’re so cute.” Randy chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled an arm around his date’s waist, walking them back out of the carnival.

Jeff simply rolled his eyes, going out to his bike, unchaining it as he mounted, waiting for his crush to drop his skateboard. As he did, the two would veer off back to Bullworth Academy. Where hostility and deception was the code.

They walked side by side, Jeff taking Randy’s hand within his own. Every now and again a prefect or student would pass them, but refused to bat an eye. Randy admiring the bright moonlight, you wouldn’t even need a flashlight, you could see just about perfectly. Although he was more interested in the way the light bounced off his beloved, highlighting his chin and cheekbones. God Jeff was one pretty boy.

Randy stopped in front of The Harrington House, the preppies personal dorms. He glanced down at the other.

“Hey honey, I have something for you.” Randy said, turning to the other.

“Oh?” Jeff replied, looking up at him.

The redhead reached into his vest putting out a few roughed up flowers. The blonde flaring up with a blush and taking them.

“Everyone thinks I hate everybody, but I like you.” Randy smiled.

“I-I don’t know what to say..” Jeff stammered, breaking out of his faux English accent.

“How about ‘Kiss me’?” Randy chuckled, looking down.

The prep stood on his toes, Randy bending down slightly so that their lips could connect. The kiss was sweet, and genuine. The pair pulling away after a short moment.

“Well, see you tomorrow I guess?” Jeff smiled, holding the flowers and teddy bear prizes.

“Sure thing, night hon.” The ginger winked, turning off as a prefect shouted for him to get back to his dorm.

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #jtk #creepypasta jtk #jeff woods #randy warren #randy jtk #alternate universe #alt universe #bully au #jeff x randy

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신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)

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For a thief leader, he was quite brave, and there were times when he directly confronted and defeated the pursuing government forces, and there were times when he concocted a ruse and played tricks on the government forces. For example, when chased by officials in a snow-covered mountain, he deliberat신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)ely wore his shoes backwards and left footprints, causing the officials who were chasing the thieves to get lost in the mountains.

Like this, Lim Kkeok-jeong was equipped with combat power and cunning, and had considerable leadership신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천) and charisma. People from various backgrounds, such as merchants, farmers, and butchers, flocked to Im Kkeok-jeong and became bandits. However, it is said that he threatened to catch anyone who confessed his actions and split the ship, so a thief is a thief.

If you look at the record of the Myeongjong Annals of the time, Im Kkeok-jeong is described as a heinous criminal of the era, but the official who compiled the Annals said that the reason why thieves like Im Kkeok-jeong appeared and ran a신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)mok was because the country was in chaos. It is said that the officer is great for this evaluation, but it is not great, but it is a natural duty. In addition, Sacho was able to express himself freely because no one could see it and could not divulge it. In fact, this culture is because Yeonsangun, who had read the annals, blackened into a tyrant afterward, and if the king tried to read the annals even later, his subjects had an opportunity to tear them down, saying, 'That's an evil act done신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천) by a tyrant Yeonsan.' In other cases, even if there were national laws or principles, there was no choice but to use the king. The prevalence of thieves is due to the leader's charisma, and the chieftain's charisma is due to the lack of integrity of the prime minister. Today, because the greedy customs of the prime ministers are limitless, the leaders have to squeeze ou신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)t the blood of the people to serve the powerful, so there is nothing they can't do, such as killing pigs and chickens. However, the poor people have no place to complain (actually, they couldn't sue the leader), so they have no way to survive unless they become thieves. Therefore, you and I throw ourselves into the pit of death and commit acts of luck and rape. How is this the nature of the people? If the royal신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천) court is clear and does not covet riches, and selects the benevolent as the leader, the thieves with swords will buy the calf and return to their homeland. If you don't do that and just lead the military to track down and catch them, you will not be able to capture them all in the future.

The 2nd article on March 27, 14th year of King Myeongjong[3]

Soon, 'if the superiors did well, there wouldn't be such an uproar.' It is content that criticizes maternal relatives such as Jeong Do, Yoon Won-hyeong and Queen Munjeong, and it is a신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)n evaluation based on the Confucian moral outlook prevalent until the 20th century.

Also, except for the fact that he was a heinous criminal, he seems to have had quite a bit of ability in his own way. It is certain that he was an unusual thief, seeing as he led a band of ragtag thieves, smeared the government army, and stirred the country without being caught for several years, turning it into a mess.

It is often described as a righteous man in folk tales, but the reality is a gutter. Although he was supported by so신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)me people at the time, it was only because he liked seeing Lim Kkeok-jeong smashing officials and rich people he didn't want to see. Like all thieves, people and passers-by were also targets of plunder. Moreover, he did not hesitate to do such atrocious things as setting fire to the private houses of the people who informed him and massacring them.

As the butchers were divided into the early and late Joseon periods, some say that Lim Kkeok-jeong's pr신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)oblems may have expanded the problems of the butchers in the early Joseon period. Butchers in the early Joseon Dynasty were embodied in the form of bandits, a nomadic group unable to adapt to an agricultural society, whereas the Im Kkeok-jeong group was closer to a more typical group of bandits. Comparing the depiction of a butcher in th신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)e Joseon Dynasty and the thieves in Yangsanbak, the guardian area, Lim Kkeok-jeong's appearance is rather closer to the latter. First of all, Lim Kkeok-jeong himself is not a slaughter butcher who is presumed to be a descendant of a nomadic group, but a former butcher in charge of making daily necessities out of willow trees.

And if Lim Kkeok-jeong's problem is interpreted as a common butcher's problem, it is difficult to understand that he received help from his sons, even though it is true that he received help from ordinary people. However, Hong Kyung-rae's rebellion happened hundreds of years later, and the people o신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)f Pyongan-do, whose economic power developed through trade, said that they could not succeed in the government even if they passed the state examination in the past, which was a factor in the rebellion. Moreover, the reason why he failed to succeed was not because Pyongan-do was a region without any historical significance, but because a presti신규웹하드 2023 자료 가장 많은 웹하드 (추천)gious family from here was uprooted due to the war. Lim Kkeok-jeong was active in Hwanghae-do, not in Pyeongan-do, and the radius of his activity itself encompassed Gyeonggi-do and Gangwon-do. He is from Gyeonggi-do.

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